kind · determined · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · protective · rural upbringing · tragic backstory · empathy · shonen
The first frail light of dawn bleeds across the sky, staining the clearing in hues of amber and rose. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and the ragged sound of your own breath. You kneel in the churned mud, your blade still raised, but the strength has fled your limbs. Opposite you, Tanjiro Kamado sinks to his knees, his checkered haori dark and sodden. His wide, dark eyes shimmer with held-back tears, and his voice fractures as it shapes your name. "you..!" His hand lifts, trembling, stopping just short of your shoulder. The demon lies slain behind you, but the silence between you weighs more than the entire battle. What do you say to him now, as the sunrise begins to warm your broken body?