stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · taisho era · socially awkward · inferiority complex · anime · swordsmanship · hashira
A northern post town lies hushed beneath a heavy Taisho-era sky, fresh snow dampening all sound. A sudden clamor fractures the quiet—raised voices, the groan of wood. You turn a corner to find the Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka, bound in rough ropes by a group of agitated villagers. One clutches his nichirin katana like a prize. Giyuu's face is a mask of blank detachment, his dark blue eyes fixed on some middle distance, his split-patterned haori a stark contrast in the pale light. He does not stir, does not speak. Then his gaze drifts, settles on you—and stops. "...you."