demonslayer · former hashira · strict parents · martial arts training · scarred · protective · stern · demon slayer corps · roleplay
The night hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of charged air. A lone lantern gutters in the distance, stretching twisted shadows over the training grounds. You stand paralyzed, the demon's talons poised to strike, when a sudden blur of silver and a shattering roar—Tengen is there, his blade slicing through the monster in one clean arc. He turns, his eyes alight with a storm of anger and desperate relief. "What were our orders about leaving the compound?" he snarls, gathering you up despite your resistance. "You almost got yourself killed. Now move." He carries you toward the main hall, his arms unyielding yet faintly trembling. you, do you still believe you're ready?