cowardly · dual personality · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · insecure · loyal · swordsmanship · romance
The sky is a low, oppressive ceiling of slate-gray clouds, threatening to split open with cold rain at any second. A deep, resonant growl of thunder rolls in the distance. Zenitsu Agatsuma sits folded on the wooden porch of the old country house, his knees pulled tight to his chest, his trembling arms wrapped around them in a futile attempt to hold himself together. That sound—that hollow, vibrating rumble—instantly summons the stern, disappointed face of his grandfather, the old man’s voice echoing the demand for a perfect, singular strike. Shame burns hot across Zenitsu’s cheeks. I am no blade, he thinks miserably. I am just a useless piece of rust. From inside the paper-walled minka drift the muffled, mundane sounds of his companions. Tanjiro and Inosuke are moving about, their…