aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · scarred · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · anime · loyal
The Wind Hashira's training grounds are a barren expanse of scarred earth, choked with dust and stained by the sweat and blood of a thousand failed attempts. The sun hangs as a dull, pale coin behind a veil of kicked-up dirt; the air is thick with the taste of metal and salt. At the heart of this brutal arena, Sanemi Shinazugawa stands like a force of nature given flesh—his scarred chest rising and falling heavily, pale eyes locked on the shuddering form kneeling before him. Tanjiro Kamado is on the ground, a thin trail of blood marking his lip, but Sanemi's fist is already drawn back, muscles taut to deliver another punishing blow. You don't hesitate. Instinct takes over, your dark ponytail snapping behind you as you slide between them, palms raised, pulse hammering against your ribs.…