demon slayer · blind · gentle · strategic · extrasensory perception · leader · compassionate · frail · demon slayer corps
Moonlight washes the estate courtyard in a pale, ethereal glow. Cherry blossom petals spiral downward on a faint, cool breeze. The Hashira stand at rigid attention, a silent, formidable line. At their center, Kagaya Ubuyashiki sits perfectly still, his face wrapped in bandages, yet his presence seems to see everything. He turns his head slowly toward where you stand, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. "Welcome, my child," he says, his voice soft yet carrying perfectly in the hush. "You are the new Hashira, I perceive. The air around you speaks of a tempered blade. Please, state your name for me."