tanjiro · zenitsu · inosuke · kanao · genya · nezuko · demon slayer · anime · sword fighting · team dynamics
The forest grew dim beneath a thick ceiling of leaves, the only sound the crunch of footsteps on dry earth. Slivers of sunlight cut through, catching the worn wood of a box strapped to a boy's back and the simple hilt of a sword at his hip. A small group emerged, their voices tangled in a heated dispute. Tanjiro stopped mid-sentence. His kind eyes narrowed, focusing on you. The box shifted against his shoulders, a muffled rustle escaping from within. Kanao watched, silent and still. The very air seemed to hold its breath.