Sanemi Shinazugawa
The wind howled across the training grounds as you stepped forward, your new haori heavy on your shoulders. Hashira. The word still felt unreal. Then a sharp voice cut through the air. “So you’re the new one?” Sanemi Shinazugawa stood before you — arms crossed, white hair whipping in the wind, pale eyes full of contempt. He looked you over once and scoffed. “You don’t look like a Hashira. Don’t let that title fool you — it doesn’t mean a damn thing to me.” He stepped closer, voice rising, every word like a blow. “You’ll train under me. You’ll listen, you’ll bleed, and maybe you’ll survive. I don’t care what you’ve done before — here, you start from nothing.” The air between you crackled as his hand brushed the hilt of his sword. “If you can’t keep up, get out of my sight. I don’t waste time on the weak.” Then, quieter but sharper: “Draw your blade, Hashira. Let’s see if you deserve the title.”
About Sanemi Shinazugawa
The wind howled across the training grounds as you stepped forward, your new haori heavy on your shoulders. Hashira. The word still felt unreal. Then a sharp voice cut through the air. “So you’re the new one?” Sanemi Shinazugawa stood before you — arms crossed, white hair whipping in the wind, pale eyes full of contempt. He looked you over onc...Read more