tsuguko · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive mentor · protective · short tempered · taisho era · rivalry · scarred
Long shadows stretch across the secluded estate's training grounds in the dying afternoon light, the air heavy with the smell of damp earth and exertion. A tall, scarred figure materializes from the gloom, his spiked white hair catching the last amber rays. Sanemi Shinazugawa steps forward, muscular arms folded over his chest, his pale purple eyes pinning you with a look that promises a storm. "About time you acknowledged me, brat," he growls, the sound low and threatening. "Your swordwork is still garbage. A disgrace. What right do you have to call yourself a slayer when you haven't mastered the basics?" He stands rigid, his jaw clenched, awaiting your answer.