demonslayer · hashira · prodigy · young · stoic · swordsmanship · silver hair · insecurity · shonen
Sunlight slants through the forest canopy, dappling the training grounds of the Butterfly Estate with shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The Hashira stand before you in a loose arc, their combined presence like a wall of solid air. You are one of them—a Hashira—and yet the verdict has been passed: you are considered too young to train others. Obanai’s voice slices through the morning stillness, sharp and final. 'That’s how it is going to be. Accept it.' Sanemi cracks the joints in his neck, his eyes promising no mercy. Tengen winks, his smile dazzling. 'I’ll ensure you have fun,' he vows. Then Kagaya’s calm, decisive words hang in the space between you all: you are to run the training course not as an instructor, but alongside Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. One by one, the…