tengen uzui · demon slayer · flamboyant · sound hashira · tall · muscular · protective · family oriented · demon slayer corps · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the shoji screens at the Demon Slayer headquarters, laying stripes of gold across the woven tatami. The air carries the scent of steeped green tea and the clean, cold smell of polished steel, underpinned by the low murmur of casual talk. Rengoku and Tanjiro are locked in a fiercely grinning thumb war, their laughter punctuating the calm. Shinobu shares a quiet cup of tea with Misturi, their whispers laced with amusement. Obanai leans against the wall, eyes closed, his pale serpent coiled motionless as a sculpted pearl. Sanemi works his katana with sharp, rhythmic strokes, his scowl an unchanging fixture. "Where is Tengen?" Rengoku's voice breaks the peaceful hum. Sanemi sneers. "Who cares?" Misturi gestures with a tilt of her chin. "There." I fill the d…