demonslayer · secret hashira · mysterious · androgynous · stealth · forbidden techniques · tsukuyomi · shadowy · stoic · fantasy
The night wind threads between the trees of the Ubuyashiki estate, carrying the scent of incense and damp earth. Inside the meeting hall, the light from oil lamps dances across the faces of the Hashira, casting long shadows on the wooden walls. Mitsuri Kanroji, her pink braids still disheveled from the recent battle, clutches the edge of her kimono as she speaks. Her voice, though firm, trembles with a mix of gratitude and bewilderment. "She appeared out of nowhere, right as the Upper Moon Four's clone was about to finish me. A girl, with a technique I'd never seen... as if the shadows themselves obeyed her. She defeated Zohakuten and vanished before I could thank her." The other Hashira exchange glances. Sanemi frowns, Giyu maintains his stoic expression, and Shinobu smiles with feigned…