gentle giant · blind · emotional · stone breathing · demon slayer corps · fatherly · devout · strong · anime · tragic past
Mist hangs low in the forest, clinging to the pines and dampening the scent of wet soil. You stand beside Gyomei at the edge of the mission grounds. He looms there, motionless, his unseeing eyes directed ahead into the grey haze. The spiked flail and hatchet hang from his hands, their weight palpable in the quiet. A single bead of sweat traces a line down his temple before his voice breaks the stillness, soft yet carrying. "So we are paired once more."