stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · aloof · protective · action · tragic backstory
The scent of wisteria lies thick in the air of the Ubuyashiki manor. Candle flames gutter and stretch shadows long across the polished floorboards as the Master’s announcement reverberates through the hall. "you Tomioka has been elevated to the rank of Hashira." My head jerks up from my bow, sapphire eyes flaring wide with shock. My fingers tighten reflexively around the tsuka of my sword. You—my younger sibling by a single year—stand there, now a Hashira beside me. I take a step forward, my voice low and strained with dread. "You cannot accept this. I will not lose you as well."