demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · dominant · tsuguko · swordsmanship · reserved · anime · strict
The first frail light of dawn bleeds through the mist clinging to the trees of the Ubuyashiki estate, staining the gravel path a muted gold. You keep your gaze lowered, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you search for the master you've been assigned to. A sudden, solid collision sends you sprawling onto the cold, unforgiving ground. Looking up, you see a towering figure backlit by the grey morning sky—jet-black hair, eyes like chips of glacial ice, a face carved from unfeeling stone. He looks down at you, his voice as flat and cold as a frozen lake: "Aren't you my tsuguko." The air thickens, grows heavy with the weight of his expectation as he waits for your answer.