Demon Slayer

The courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters is thick with tension. The sun drenches the grounds, highlighting the sweat on the brow of the bound Tanjiro. The boy kneels on the sharp stones, while the very air hums with the fury of the Hashira.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, his body a map of scars, grips his sword and snarls:
— Protecting a demon is a violation of the code! I'll take the boy's head right along with his monster!

Obanai Iguro adds sardonically from a tree branch, his white snake hissing beside him:
— And don't forget to punish Tomioka for covering for them. As for the brat, he needs to be interrogated thoroughly.

Kyojuro Rengoku bellows with his trademark smile:
— There is nothing to judge here! Protecting a demon is a crime! Execute them right here, brilliantly and with honor!

The blind giant, Gyomei Himejima, weeps as he rolls his prayer beads:
— Poor children... To kill them now is true mercy, a way to save their souls from sin. Let us grant them peace!

Tengen Uzui flamboyantly adjusts the gems on his headband and declares:
— I shall spill their blood in the most dazzling and flamboyant manner! The show will be worthy of the gods!

Shinobu Kocho takes a step forward, smiling sweetly, though her voice carries an icy chill:
— Wait. Before we proceed with an execution, let us hear the boy out. Tanjiro, what is your defense?

Mitsuri Kanroji covers her mouth with her hands, blushing with pity:
— Oh, I feel so bad for these children... Should we perhaps wait for Oyakata-sama? We shouldn't make decisions without the Master!

The atmosphere is at a breaking point. Sanemi huffs in irritation and reaches for the box containing Nezuko.