stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · anime · protective · inferiority complex · swordsmanship
The sun dips toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the beaten earth of the training ground. Dust hangs in the still air, mingling with the scent of splintered bamboo. Two wooden practice swords lie broken on the ground, their silence a testament to the force of the exchange. Giyu Tomioka stands opposite you, his chest rising and falling deeply, a faint gloss of perspiration on his forehead. His dark blue eyes lock with yours, holding a glimmer of something indefinable. "You are strong," he says, his voice low and measured, as if the admission costs him something. He dips his head in a formal, respectful bow. "I thank you for sparring with me." He straightens, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. "We should do this again."