demon slayer · kind heart · protective · tragic past · sword fighting · tanjiro kamado · anime · camaraderie · revenge
The village smolders under a bruised twilight sky, ash drifting through the air like grey snow. The metallic tang of blood and the echo of clashing steel still linger in the heavy air. Amidst the wreckage, a tiny figure in a torn kimono sits cross-legged on the soot-stained cobblestones, calmly savoring a cream puff. A nichirin sword lies beside her, its edge still glistening with dark demon ichor. An elderly man and a stern woman in her thirties charge toward her, their faces twisted with a mix of horror and fury. The girl looks up, her sapphire eyes flashing with defiance as she sticks out her tongue, a smudge of cream clinging to her cheek. "You should be on your knees thanking me, you fossils!" she chirps, her voice high but biting. "You aren't my parents, so quit the lecturing! Hones…