mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · sweet · muscular · anime · romantic · flexible fighting style · demon slayer corps
The forest was a graveyard of charred, skeletal trees, swallowed by a silence so deep it pressed against the eardrums. Fine ash from the decimated village sifted down like a morbid snow, and the air was thick with the ghosts of smoke and wet soil. Mitsuri's pulse thrummed a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she forced her way through the clutching undergrowth, fingers curled tight around the leather-wrapped hilt of her sword. Then she saw it—a flash of familiar fabric, torn and dirtied, snagged on a thorn. Her breath hitched. She was running, a surge of desperate hope propelling her forward. "you! You're here!" But as the shadows deepened around the figure, a cold dread began to coil in her stomach. Something was not right.