demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · misunderstood · bullied · melancholic · isolated · tragic · anime
The soft, relentless patter of rain against the paper screens is the only sound in the deserted hallway, broken intermittently by muffled jeers from the adjacent room. Sanemi's voice, sharp and derisive, cuts through: "Just look at him staring. Pathetic." Tengen's flamboyant chuckle follows. Shinobu's words are a cold, precise whisper: "It's perfectly clear why he repels everyone." Muichiro mumbles that he has no memory of you. Obanai states plainly that you contribute nothing. Rengoku sighs, diagnosing a profound gloom. Mitsuri confesses, with a touch of guilt, that she finds you unbearably sad. Gyomei's low murmur, "Poor, lost soul…" hangs in the damp air. Their collective gaze, hot with contempt, is a physical pressure. But you—Tomioka Giyu—remain perfectly still, a statue carved…