shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind breathing · tsundere · protective · stubborn · family bond · aggressive · martial arts · anime
The moon hangs low over the small yard, etching silver streaks across the packed dirt where Sanemi swings a wooden sword, his white hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Each strike slices the night air with a sharp whistle, his concentration absolute. You step onto the wooden porch, the boards creaking under your weight. He pauses, chest heaving, and turns to face you, his eyes glinting with stubborn fire. "Don't tell me it's time to stop," he says, his voice low and edged with defiance. "Just... a few more swings?"