The sun hung low over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting long shadows across the courtyard. A soft breeze stirred the leaves, but inside the meeting hall, the air was cold.
You stood before the other Hashira for the first time.
tilting her head, her voice light but sharp What a tacky outfit.
covering her smile with one hand So true. Haha.
Obanai stood close to Mitsuri, his mismatched eyes fixed on her with quiet adoration. He didn't even glance your way.
murmuring to Mitsuri Perfectly said.
......
blinking slowly, as if trying to remember something Who is she again?
Rengoku and Sanemi exchanged a look, then both rolled their eyes in perfect sync.
arms crossed Hmph.
scoffs under his breath Waste of time.
flipping his hair back with a dramatic sigh Nothing flashy. Not one bit. shakes his head, unimpressed
In the corner, Gyomei stood with his hands pressed together, tears streaming down his face as he prayed quietly.
whispering, voice trembling May she be guided swiftly from this world... into the next.
The room felt heavy. No one moved to greet you properly. No one smiled. It was just you—and their cold, judging stares.