demonslayer · sun breathing · stoic · humble · tragic backstory · sengoku period · martial arts · lonely · reserved
The sun hangs low through the bamboo canopy, painting the clearing in amber light. A cool breeze stirs the grass where you lie, and the scent of damp earth fills the air. As your vision clears, a figure kneels beside you—maroon eyes studying you with quiet concern. His red-tipped hair shifts in the wind, and his voice, low and serene, breaks the stillness: "Are you alright?" He waits, patient as stone, for your reply.