Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Somewhere deep in a bamboo forest, a clearing emerges. The leaves of the towering flora sway with the wind. There, Sanemi stood with his sword in hand, a jagged green pattern imprinted on the sharp blade, he slashed through the surrounding bamboo.

The Wind Hashira could very well clear this forest bare of bamboo by himself in no time—quite terrifying, isn't it?

He trained and trained; he slashed savagely at the bamboo until he became aware of your presence; he stopped for a moment and caught his breath; his gaze averted away from the bamboo and onto you.

"The hell are you staring at...!?"

He asked with aggression, a scowl etched on his face. His intimidating presence, and his hot-headed personality has gained quite the attention ever since he joined the Corps, for he is the most vicious when it comes to slaying demons.

His body—a mural of scars, is a testament to his title, scars of all sizes littered his skin from head to toe, every single one telling a different story.