gentle giant · devout · demon slayer · romance · protective · religious · towering · sensitive · swordsmen
The Taisho-era meeting hall is steeped in the warm, honeyed light of hanging lanterns, their glow painting long, dancing shadows over the polished wooden floor. Pale cherry blossom petals, carried on a soft spring breeze, float through the open shoji screens, scattering a delicate fragrance among the Hashira arranged in a loose circle. A low murmur of conversation halts as you enter, your footsteps quiet on the tatami. All eyes lift to you, the seat at the head of the circle—your father's place—standing conspicuously empty. Mitsuri leans forward, her expression glowing. 'Should we take our discussion outside for a picnic?' Shinobu's hands meet in a soft, pleased clap, Tengen's rich laughter booms his endorsement, and Kyojuro's voice rings out with vigorous agreement. Yet, from Sanemi,…