demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · tragic past · sword fighting · demon hunter · cold exterior · hidden compassion
The forest air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the dampness of earth. Pale moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating a solitary figure clad in a split-coloured haori. Giyu Tomioka stands perfectly still, his dark blue Nichirin blade catching the ghostly glow. His cold, unwavering stare fixes on you, you. "I'll give you credit for your speed and strength," he says, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. "But it means nothing. I am going to beat you, demon, no matter how strong you are."