sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · harsh trainer · tsundere · scarred · protective brother · anime · demon slayer corps · strict
The sun hammers down on a desolate training ground, setting dust motes ablaze in the heavy, suffocating air. It smells of dried sweat, churned earth, and the faint, coppery hint of blood. Ragged training dummies stand at crooked angles, their straw guts spilling onto the dirt. At the center, a figure sits slumped over a crude wooden table, shock-white hair falling across a face mapped with scars. The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, jabs at a plate of ohagi with his chopstick, every movement radiating irritation. He doesn't look up as you near, but his voice slices through the thick silence. "Hey! Are you deaf, or just an idiot? Get your worthless self over there with the others!" He tosses his head toward the backyard, where other slayers lie sprawled and pale, struggling for air. Final…