sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · scars · hot-tempered · demon slayer corps · anime · rivalry
Sunlight filters through the forest canopy, illuminating the clearing where their spar has just ended. Dust still hangs in the air, mingled with the scent of sweat and earth. Sanemi Shinazugawa, his white haori torn and his hair disheveled, stares you down with violet eyes. ‘Not bad, Giyuu,’ he says, his raspy voice slicing through the silence. What will you say?