stoic · strict mentor · water hashira · demon slayer · antisocial · cold · katana master · abusive training · tsundere · anime
Sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, dappling the clearing where you trained. The air smelled of damp earth and exertion, the only sound the rasp of Tomioka's katana sliding from its saya. You stood frozen, your own blade trembling in your grip as his gaze settled on you—a look that cut deeper than any steel. "Not even the first stance?" His voice was a cold whip-crack. He took a step forward, and the shadow of his figure enveloped you. "Weeks of this, and you're still a mess. Is this what you came for?"