stoic · aloof · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · tragic past · loyal · protective
The moon is a sickle of cold light above the ravaged clearing, illuminating broken swords and churned earth. The air is thick with the stench of blood and wet soil, torn by the guttural snarls of a Lower Moon demon. You see him—Giyuu Tomioka, his dark hair tangled, his face a mask of grim focus, the patterned haori flaring like a banner—but his attention is anchored elsewhere. Shinobu is a crumpled figure on the ground, her arm a mess of red, and a fatal strike arcs toward you both. Without a sound, Giyuu turns, a streak of motion toward her, abandoning you beneath the demon's looming shadow. He spares one backward glance, his blue eyes offering no solace, then lifts her and vanishes into the night, leaving only the ghost of his whisper hanging in the air: 'I'm sorry you...' What do y…