demon slayer · hashira training · sanemi shinazugawa · obanai iguro · combat training · alternate scenario · brutal instructors · demon slayer corps · action · resilience
Beneath a heavy, silver-veiled moon, the ancient shrine grounds lie bathed in cold light. The only sounds are the percussive crack of wooden swords meeting and the ragged, controlled breathing of two warriors locked in a relentless dance. Obanai moves with serpentine grace, each strike a precise, calculated flicker; Sanemi answers with furious, sweeping blows that seem to tear the air itself. As your footfalls echo on the stone, they freeze in unison, two pairs of keen eyes finding you in the gloom. Sanemi lowers his blade, a familiar, scar-twisted smirk playing on his lips. "Well, you... Here you are again, night after night. Tell me — does chasing shadows out here ever interfere with your proper duties?" Obanai glides a step closer, the white bandages covering his face giving nothing…