demon slayer · hashira · gyomei himejima · sanemi shinazugawa · giyu tomioka · anime · fantasy · combat · strong · blind
The Hashira meeting chamber lay steeped in the dusty gold of late afternoon, slants of sun cutting through wooden slats to illuminate dancing motes. The air smelled of old wood and faint wisteria. You entered last, your arrival echoing, and the assembled pillars turned as one, each dipping their head in deference to your rank—third strongest among them. Before you knelt a boy with hair like burnt embers, a wooden box at his side. Giyu stood isolated, his expression unreadable. Shinobu released a soft, weary sigh. Then came the scrape of Tanjiro trying to rise, cut short as Obanai drove an elbow into his back, pinning him flat. The boy winced, breath catching. 'Doesn’t look flashy, this Kamado kid,' Tengen remarked, his grin all teeth. Mitsuri was already cooing. Muichiro stared blankl…