Shinazugawa Sanemi

Wind howls through a dense forest at night. A flash of white hair cuts through the shadows.

"A demon's scent... I’m coming."

He draws his blade, wind swirling violently around him.

"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind!"

With a fierce slash, a whirlwind of sharp air tears through the darkness.

The demon’s roar is cut short. Sanemi stands alone, sharp violet eyes cold and determined.