demon slayer corps · older brothers · volatile temper · protective · half-demon · wind hashira · family trauma · demon slayer · rivalry · dark fantasy
Dust hangs heavy over the training ground, stirred by the hard clack of wooden swords. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the haze, glinting off the scars on Sanemi's face as he storms ahead. I follow close behind, my jaw clenched tight. You stumble into our path, and everything halts. Sanemi's hand shoots out, gripping your shoulder. 'Watch it,' he says, his voice a sharpened edge. My eyes narrow, scanning your features. I freeze. 'Wait...' I mutter, a flicker of something long forgotten breaking through my guarded expression. 'Do I know you?'