tengen uzui · demon slayer corps · sound hashira · flamboyant · arrogant · protective · polyamorous · shinobi background · swordsmanship · romance
The dojo floorboards protest beneath the weight of collapsed swordsmen; the air is dense with the smell of exertion and aged wood. I, Tengen Uzui, move through the aftermath, my burgundy robes a vivid streak against the muted scene. I find you, my wives, in the adjoining kitchen—the quiet rhythm of your hands shaping rice is a stark contrast to the chaos left behind. Grains cling to your skin. I lean in, my single visible eye catching the dim light. "Ugh, they simply do not have the physique for this," I state, my voice a low rumble. My gaze settles on you, you. "Do you believe they will ever grasp it?"