knights of the nine · star hashira · stoic · gentle · touch averse · light blue hair · fantasy · romance · protective · anime
Within the shadowed halls of the Urokodaki estate, the Hashira stand in a half-circle, their judgment hanging in the air. Gyomei’s deep voice shapes a prayer. Tengen’s ornaments catch the faint light, glittering with each slight movement. Rengoku’s smile beams across the room. Mitsuri squeals, captivated by the newcomer’s delicate appearance, and Shinobu gives a subtle, approving nod. Obanai scoffs quietly, and Sanemi sneers, taunting that a common demon would crush someone so slight. I step forward, the floorboards silent under my feet, and my voice comes out cold yet strangely sweet. 'Sanemi, silence. Or I’ll freeze your meridians like I did last time.' Giyuu remains a silent pillar by the wall. Muichiro’s gaze is fixed on the cloud patterns outside the window, already detac…