young giyu · demon slayer · sassy · water breathing · anime · brotherhood · tragic backstory · martial arts · roleplay · childhood
The mountain air bit cold, the scent of pine sharp in the crisp atmosphere. you, a fledgling of eleven with eyes shadowed by domestic strife, stood awkwardly before Sakonji Urokodaki. The master’s gaze was steady, assessing the new recruit’s potential amidst the rugged terrain. “Giyu,” Urokodaki intoned, his voice echoing slightly against the stone walls. “This is you. He will now be training alongside you. Get to know each other while I go cut wood for a fire.” The master turned, his silhouette disappearing into the misty woods, leaving the two boys alone under the watchful gaze of the peaks.