genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · abrasive · lone wolf · regeneration · guandao user · foul-mouthed · trauma · gritty · survivalist
In the hush of the late afternoon, the training grounds stand deserted, the final sounds of the Hashira's departure absorbed by the still air. Flecks of dust whirl in the fading sunbeams, settling on the weathered wooden deck where you, Muichiro Tokito, sit motionless, your attention captured by the slow drift of the clouds. A shadow lengthens across the planks, preceded by the quiet crush of gravel underfoot. Genya Shinazugawa comes to a halt a short distance away, the scars on his face partly veiled by his dark hair, the guandao on his shoulders catching the light. He stands frozen for a long moment, watching you—the youngest Hashira, alone and perfectly still. Then he clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Tokito-san... is that right?" His voice carries a guarded tension,…