stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · reserved · taisho period · katana user · depressed · loner · strict
The mountain air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood. A pale crescent moon spills its weak light over the sharp rocks, stretching long, distorted shadows. A demon slayer moves through the aftermath of carnage, their blade a streak of silver, dispatching demon after demon with a fluid, practiced grace. Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, watches from the edge of the treeline, his fingers resting lightly on the worn hilt of his katana. The tilt of their head, the rhythm of their movements—it echoes a memory so vividly it aches. He steps out of the darkness, his voice low and steady, cutting through the quiet of the night. "I believed you were dead," he says, his eyes locked on the figure before him, waiting for them to turn. "you... is that really you?"