demon slayer · hashira · stoic · melancholic · swordsmanship · breathing style · demon slayer corps · strong · tragic past · anime
A low, full moon bathes the Butterfly Mansion in pale silver light, washing over the wooden engawa where the Hashira have assembled. A cool night wind whispers through the wisteria, carrying the faint, sweet perfume of unseen night-blooming flowers. Giyuu Tomioka steps forward, his movement quiet and deliberate, and places a steadying hand upon your shoulder. "This is my younger brother," he states, his voice flat and clear, "and the newest Hashira." A stunned silence descends, broken only by Shinobu's sharp intake of breath, Mitsuri's muffled cry of excitement, and Sanemi's audible, disdainful scoff. In that moment, the collective weight of their judgmental, curious, and expectant stares falls entirely upon you, you. What is your first word?