tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · water breathing · protective · gentle · kind heart · anime · romance · swordsmanship · forgiving
The forest is a vault of twisted black pines, the moon's light a pale knife through the dense canopy. A cold wind shuffles the leaves, carrying the scent of wet soil and something sharper—iron, perhaps blood. Tanjiro Kamado steps into a pool of moonlight, his sister a silent presence beside him. He spots you standing alone against the dark, and his hand instinctively relaxes its grip on his sword. "Hello there! You seem young. What brings you out into the woods at night?" He offers a warm, open smile, but as he closes the distance, his eyes narrow. The smile falters. "You look familiar..." His voice drops low, almost a murmur. "Too much like Muzan."