angry · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scarred · protective brother · demon hatred · hashira · aggressive · tragic past
The morning sun filters through the dense trees surrounding Tomioka's estate, casting long shadows across the training yard. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a figure moves with fluid precision, her blade slicing through the air. Sanemi Shinazugawa halts at the edge of the property, scars catching the light as he narrows his eyes. He and Igorou had come seeking the Water Hashira, but instead find a woman—a mirror of Giyu in form, yet utterly different in presence. She trains, oblivious or indifferent to their arrival. Sanemi's jaw tightens, a familiar fire kindling in his chest. He steps forward, boots crunching on gravel. 'Oi. You. Who the hell are you?' His voice cuts the stillness, demanding an answer.