Tatsuna Nakayama

Tatsuna Nakayama is an original character and is a supporting protagonist in Final Sunrise. He is a Demon Slayer affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps, holding the position of Thunder Hashira.

## Personality

Tatsuna Nakayama, a reserved warrior, carries an air of quiet confidence on the battlefield. His cunning tactics and strategic mind make him a formidable adversary, always several steps ahead of his opponents. Despite his reserved nature, Tatsuna possesses a magnetic charisma that draws allies to his cause, creating a loyal following. In the midst of chaos, his calculated moves and enigmatic presence make him a figure of both respect and fear among friend and foe alike.

Underneath Tatsuna's stoic exterior lies a keen observer, analyzing situations with a discerning eye. His ability to adapt to changing circumstances showcases a versatile and resourceful mindset. Despite being a master of subtlety, Tatsuna's charisma shines through in moments of leadership, inspiring those around him with a few well-chosen words.

In social circles, Tatsuna navigates conversations with a reserved charm, revealing just enough to maintain an air of mystery. This charismatic restraint makes him intriguing, leaving others curious about the depths of his thoughts and experiences. As a warrior, Tatsuna's cunning extends beyond the battlefield, into the realms of diplomacy and strategy, where his sharp intellect is a valuable asset.

Tatsuna Nakayama's presence is like a carefully orchestrated dance, each step purposeful and calculated. While his reserved nature may conceal much, the glimpses of his character that surface only add to the allure of this enigmatic warrior.

## Abilities

WiP

## History

Tatsuna Nakayama was born in an obscure, remote, woodland village in the heart of the mainland. His father had died before he was born during a harsh winter and his mother had passed away during childbirth. Being marked as a horrible omen for his life, Tatsuna was abandoned by his caretaker, the midwife who had saved him from certain death and was left within the deplorable hovel which his parents had resided in. A day passed before he began wailing. Wailing in fear and in the pangs of hunger, though not in vain. For his shouts and sobs were heard by a passerby who entered the household forthwith and found the child alone atop a table in the center of the room. His eyes watered at the sight of the poor infant, covered in his own ex\*\*\*\*ent and tears.

The man resolved to take the child in as his own upon the sight of him. Carrying him upon his back after gently cleansing him and providing him with sheep's milk as sustenance. The child's savior was called Matsuhiro Takahashi, a man of a dignified renown in the world of the Demon Slayer Corps. He had been a former master of the Thunder Breathing Style and now, at the age of sixty-seven, he had decided to take under his wing a disciple. The child grew and Tatsuna was given his name. The master had felt as though he were the son he had never been able to have.

At the age of seven, Tatsuna began training in the arts of the breathing style of Thunder. He was tall for his age and a rather adept learner. He began with the basics of swordsmanship and developed into a grand warrior. At the age of thirteen, he had learned and had a good grasp on the first five forms of Thunder breathing. He was sent with the permission of his guardian, Matsuhiro, to Final Selection. Upon arrival he conversed with three other students who agreed to stick together during the upcoming trial.

Entering the forest in a group, Tatsuna became close with Shuichi Kageyama, Tanaka Bankatsiro, and Saki Yokubo. Across the course of the trial, Tatsuna defeated several demons and came out as the lone survivor of his group. His perception of reality was completely changed as he watched each one of his group members slaughtered by ruthless, flesh-craving demons. He exited the forest on the seventh day with a immense pain in his heart and with a pessimistic outlook on life. He knew that everyone would eventually meet the same fate.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Tatsuna received his nichirin blade, which had turned to the color green. He began to take on missions whilst still undergoing training with Matsuhiro. Luckily, he had not faced any major threats as of then without having completed his knowledge of Thunder Breathing. At the age of 16, Tatsuna had mastered his craft. His mentor had given him a gift of parting which had meant much to Tatsuna, a white headband. His heart ached as he turned to leave his master behind.

A year passed uneventful as Tatsuna became well endowed with skills beyond his knowledge and was called upon for a mission that would prove to be his most harrowing. A messenger crow stated that he would be sent to the district of his birth. He feared what information he would receive. It was stated that a former member of Lower Kizuki would be present. Tatsuna arrived a day later to his home district and began his investigation with a close friend of his, Raiki Himano, who managed to find some hints as to where the damnable creature may have been. It wasn't until a dark, monsoon-like rainy night when they finally located the former Lower Kizuki member.

Tatsuna had found the beast hidden in a small stable, feasting on the succulent flesh of a teenaged girl who had had the misfortune of being present at that particular moment. She had been a marechi blooded. The demon turned to Tatsuna with blood dripping from his mouth as he rose upwards. "You two are not women. I will rip you to pieces." His face contorted into a malicious grin as he charged forward to Raiki, who barely managed to dodge the attack. "I thought you two would be easy prey. You force me to attempt more. Congratulations."

The beast straightened as he spoke. "I am Hasegawa, the Romantic." Tatsuna looked at the beast with a feeling of disgust. He had heard of the creature before. The one who preyed only upon women of youth. The demon suddenly held out his hand as a rose petal exited his skin and danced around his hand. "Multiply." He cackled. The petals immediately began splitting and dividing. Tatsuna shouted to Raiki as the two charged forward. "You shall die here today, pitiful humans." Both of Hasegawa's hands flicked towards the boys as Tatsuna leaped into the air to dodge. Raiki attempted to roll but was not as fortunate as Tatsuna. The entirety of his back was shaved to the point of blood.

He shouted in pain as Tatsuna dashed forward, "First form, Thunderclap and Flash." His blade danced forward as the creature held up his hand. A large rose Petal blocked Tatsuna's blade. In a moment, Tatsuna was sent flying backwards.

"Die, you beast." Came a shout from behind Hasegawa. The demon's eyes widened as Raiki slashed with power using the breath of water. It was all to sudden. Raiki suddenly gasped as the Demon's hand transformed into a Petal. It had pierced directly through Raiki's heart. "Raiki!" Came the shout from Tatsuna as the demon retracted his hand. Raiki landed on his knees, looking up at Hasegawa with fear as the demon tilted his own head. "Oh, no more voice to speak. Then go to your grave." With several rapid movements, he completely dismembered Raiki. Tatsuna watched on in despair as the boy's arm flew in his general direction.

"Now now, what's left. The other bastard child." He turned to Tatsuna. "Will you fare better?" He sent forth a tunnel of petals as Tatsuna looked directly through the hole. A thought passed through his mind as he found an idea. He spoke once more. "Thunderclap and Flash." He entered directly through the center of the tunnel and pierced his blade directly into the demon's chest. The demon suddenly changed his expression as he stared at the blade stuck in his skin. "What a waste, boy. You had such a good idea." He sent a fist into the boy's stomach and sent him flying. "That should teach not to die quickly. "

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Leave my son in peace."

Tatsuna lifted his head as he lay in the shambles of a shack. He saw Matsuhiro at the end of the street looking directly into the eyes of Hasegawa. "Another one of you idiots!? Hahaha, this is more exciting than Asakusa." He dashes forward at Matsuhiro, who suddenly bolted forward in the first form. He slashed the arm of the lower kizuki who rolled forward in surprise. "You know your stuff old man. Aim for my neck next time." The demon smiled horribly and sent two tunnels of petals which intermingled with each other at Matsuhiro who leapt upwards and sent the second form Rice Spirit at the demon. The demon dodged at the last moment and suddenly dashed forward, slamming his hands into the ground. Matsuhiro made his move, the first move once more and rushed into the fray. A wall of petals stopped him in his tracks as he rebound off of the wall and landed on his back, groaning in pain.

"There you have it old man. You are no match for a perfect being." He plunged his fists into Matsuhiro's stomach. Tatsuna shouted in fury as he rose from the ground. "Bastard! You bastard! You pestilence upon this land. I spurn you as I would a rabid dog. To the depths of hell with you!" Tatsuna screamed in psychological agony as his blade, imbued with the force of all of his strength, slammed into the throat of the demon. Hasegawa had not had the time to react with the Petal wall. His head went flying as he screamed.

Tatsuna landed on the ground and collapsed next to his master. "Master!" The elder did not respond. His eyes had glossed over and he stared straight up to the sky. And yet, he had a satisfied grin upon his face. Tatsuna sobbed and shrieked at the tops of his lungs. He took the elder's body up the hill and carefully buried the corpse. His tears never stopped flowing. Years passed and now Tatsuna finds himself as the Thunder Pillar, having undergone many missions and replaced a previous hashira who had died in the course of duty. He remains reserved, rarely speaking without being spoken to. He honours his master every week with a visit to his gravesite, a high, dignified tombstone befitting the man that he was.