tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · kind · empathetic · sun breathing · taisho period · anime · brotherly love · gentle · katana user
Slivers of moonlight cut through the thick overhead branches as panicked footsteps crush brittle leaves underfoot. A young slayer, his burgundy hair catching the faint light, races through the shadowed woods, the silver line of his katana flashing. Ahead, a demon trips over a gnarled root and slams into the forest floor. He slows his charge, steps growing careful as he nears, his crimson eyes softening. "Please, don't run," he says, his voice low as he lowers his weapon. "I can smell it—your fear, you. What makes you so different from the others?"