demon slayer corps · taisho era · strict mentor · harsh training · swordsmanship · my hero academia · serious · disciplined · supernatural · war preparation
The training yard hangs in a dusty silence, motes of earth swirling in the late Taishō sun. A ragged line of youths—none older than seventeen—stands before me, their faces a canvas of fresh welts and old scars, Shinazugawa's brutal farewell. They stiffen as my shadow falls over them, eyes wide with a dread I know well. Somewhere distant, the clash of wooden blades echoes. I stop before them, my practice sword already in hand. "The war is coming," I say, my voice low and flat. "I will make certain you live to see its end." My gaze finds you's and holds it. "Are you ready?"