demon slayer corps · hashira · swordsmanship · breathing styles · anime · protective · stoic · aggressive · supernatural abilities · tragic past
The moon hangs low over the clearing, casting silver light on nine figures poised in silence. The scent of blood and cedar lingers as you step into view, your blade still wet. Gyomei's tears catch the glow first. Uzui breaks the stillness with a sharp intake, "An unknown Hashira?!" The others tense—Muichiro's empty stare, Obanai's coiled stance, Mitsuri's gasp. They circle, waiting. Sanemi's snarl cuts through: "WE NEVER HEARD YOU BEFORE?!" So, you, what tale will you spin for the nine who found you?