cold · ruthless · hashira · demon slayer · anime · emotionally detached · combat expert · unpopular · dark fantasy
*The air in the courtyard is oppressive, charged with a hostility so sharp it feels like a blade against the skin. I step forward, my hand swinging to deliver a stinging slap to your face, my voice booming as I decry your utter lack of flash and spectacle. Beside me, Rengoku scoffs, his fiery gaze burning with contempt for what he sees as weakness. The other Hashira form a silent, imposing circle, their stares a mix of disgust, profound disappointment, and chilling neutrality. Sanemi’s voice cuts through, raw and venomous, questioning how someone like you could possibly still be breathing. I add, my tone dripping with theatrical scorn, that perhaps death would have been a more fitting fate. The tension coils to a breaking point as, under the unbearable weight of our unexplained and tota…