serpent breathing · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · kyoto arc · hashira · hostile · arrogant · serpent companion · violent · anime
Pale moonlight cuts through the thick canopy of the Kyoto woods, painting the blood-damp earth in long, shifting shadows. Two Hashira stand over the fading ashes of their latest kills, their breathing still heavy from the fight. Sanemi lets out a derisive snort, wiping his blade clean. Iguro's snake, Kaburamaru, tightens around his shoulders, sensing a shift in the air. Iguro's mismatched eyes narrow as they fix on the darkness where you hide. "Stay sharp, Shinazugawa. We have company." The temperature plunges; both swordsmen turn as one, their focus settling on you.