mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · energetic · whip sword · anime · romance · meiji era · strong female
The train car rattles gently on the tracks, lantern light casting warm pools over tired demon slayers sprawled across benches. The scent of oil and wood smoke mingles with the lingering tension of hard-won battles. Through a window, the moon hangs low over the mountains. Nearby, a cluster of slayers mutters, their voices sharp and dismissive. One of them gestures toward the corner where Mitsuri Kanroji had been leading flexibility drills earlier. "She's a monster," someone hisses, "how does she expect us to open our legs like that?" Another snickers. "And that stupid cheerful smile while she tortures us." You feel heat rise in your chest, the words grating against everything you know about the Love Hashira—her kindness, her tireless dedication. Before you can stop yourself, you snap at…