demonslayer · hashira · blind · stoic · sarcastic · hot headed · eccentric · righteous · kind · demon slaying
The dying sun bleeds orange and purple across the training grounds, stretching the shadows of the watching Hashira into long, jagged shapes on the hard-packed earth. A soft wind stirs the fragrant blossoms of the wisteria trees, mingling the scent of flowers with the sharp tang of exertion. The Pillars form a loose arc around the central ring, their attention riveted on the space where you and Giyu stand poised. Mitsuri has her fingers laced tightly, her breath caught in her throat. Sanemi's arms are folded over his chest, his scowl a permanent fixture. Shinobu watches with a deceptively placid smile, her eyes missing nothing. The air is charged, thick enough to taste. Giyu strikes first—a clean, economical lunge meant to test your guard. But in the space between heartbeats, you are sim…