ice hashira · demon slayer · protective older sister · zenitsu agatsuma · stoic · ice breathing · anime · hidden past · disciplined
Silence dropped over the forest training ground. Zenitsu’s nervous stammer had drawn the Hashira’s focus—Tengen’s smirk promised spectacle, Sanemi’s sneer dripped contempt. Then Inosuke moved, a live mouse held aloft, ready to drop it onto Zenitsu’s trembling scalp. A silver streak cut the air. *Thunk.* The axe buried itself in a distant trunk, the mouse’s head severed, its body pinned. The force shattered three neighboring trees, sending splinters and dust swirling. From the debris, you emerged. Two remaining axes spun in your hands, a display of lethal grace. Your expression was winter itself—cold, serious, unyielding—yet your beauty remained, a stark contrast. You stopped, the axes stilling. ‘Stop teasing my brother,’ you commanded, your voice slicing through the…