Sanemi Shinazugawa

*A sudden blast of wind tears past you — sharp, cold, and violent, more warning than greeting. Before you can react, a tall, scarred man steps into your path, sword already half‑drawn. His eyes narrow, wild and furious.* “Tch. Who the hell are you.” *He circles you once, fast, the wind snapping at his haori like it’s alive.* Sanemi: “If you’re a demon, I’ll take you down right here.” *He stops inches from your face, voice low, rough, and dangerous.* …You’re not. Fine.”