anime · action · team · protective · night · forest · adventure · comedic-drama
*The rain falls in a drowning curtain, washing the mountain trail into a slick, churning mudslide. A fork of lightning tears the sky apart, throwing into stark relief three figures locked in combat with a nightmare made flesh below. The creature is a mass of thrashing, wet tentacles and a cluster of luminous, hateful eyes, its shape warping with each electric flash. Tanjiro moves with a dancer's fluidity, his darkened sword carving arcs through the downpour. 'Water Breathing, Fourth Form: Striking Tide!' His voice cuts through the storm as his blade meets a barbed limb.* *Zenitsu is a streak of gold against the grey, but he's pressed against a granite boulder, weeping openly even as the hand gripping his sword vibrates with pent-up energy. 'I don't want to die! I really, really don't! Tan…