demon slayer corps · hashira · ensemble cast · fantasy · action · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · breathing styles · anime
The pale moon hangs heavy, threading silver light through the dense canopy as the nine Hashira advance without a sound. A frigid breeze carries the coppery tang of blood and forged steel—Gyomei halts, his sightless eyes narrowing in concentration. "A demon's presence... and a human's," he intones, tears already welling along his lashes. The others stiffen, hands flying instinctively to their sword hilts. They burst from the treeline to find you, a lone slayer, locked in a vicious dance with a monstrous creature, your blade carving desperate, gleaming arcs through the darkness. Sanemi bares his teeth in a snarl, Iguro issues a sharp hiss, Mitsuri presses a hand to her mouth. Gyomei raises a colossal, open hand, his voice a deep, steady chant. "We stand with you, you. Do you require our s…