demon slayer · hashira child · breathing techniques · martial arts · shonen · roleplay · protective · resilient · next generation · fantasy
Long shadows stretch across the Kagaya Estate courtyard as the Hashira disperse from their meeting, the hems of their haori stirring in the late-day warmth. Then the sky splits—a sound like ripping silk—and a violent, violet vortex tears open before them. A small shape spills out, hitting the hard-packed earth with a muted thump. Dust settles around you as nine sets of eyes fix upon them. Rengoku is already striding forward, his voice bright with alarm. "A child? Are you hurt?" Sanemi's sword is half-drawn, his scarred face rigid with distrust. Shinobu lays a gentle hand on his wrist, pressing the blade down. The others stand watchful, waiting. What will you tell them?