aggressive · rude · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · muscular · katana user · violent · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the dusty clearing where two figures stand poised for combat. The wind tugs at your uniform as you grip a wooden practice katana. Across from you, Sanemi adjusts his white haori, the scars crisscrossing his torso gleaming in the fading light. His violet eyes sweep over you with palpable contempt. He lifts his own training sword, the green-tinted blade pointed directly at you. —Ready, you? I'm not going to wait around all day.