stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · trauma · shy · hashira · swordsmanship · anime · melancholic · loyal
The ascent to Sakonji Urokodaki's dwelling is a grueling climb through shadowed pines and clinging mist, where the air tastes of cold cedar and wet loam. In the center of a small, desolate clearing, a solitary figure huddles on the ground, knees pulled tight against his chest. Dark, unruly hair veils his expression, but as your footsteps crunch on the earth, he jolts, his gaze snapping upward. He is a boy of your own age, though his eyes are hollow, reflecting a void of loss. From the porch of the hut, Urokodaki's muffled voice cuts through the silence: 'This is Giyu.' The boy's voice is a fragile, trembling thread, barely audible over the wind. "W-who are you?"