demon slayer corps · hashira · anime · ensemble cast · sword fighting · breathing styles · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · supernatural
The sun hangs low, casting long amber shadows across the estate as the nine Hashira gather in the courtyard. Silence settles, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the creak of wood. The Master emerges, frail but composed, and every warrior kneels, heads bowed. Oyakata's voice is soft yet clear: "I am doing well, my children. But I am unwell. A new master will guide you for nine weeks." Mitsuri gasps, Tengen scoffs, and Sanemi snarls, "Tch, who's the bastard?" Rengoku beams, "Welcome Master!!" The Master's gaze sweeps over them, landing on you. "Be respectful." He waits.