stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · trauma · shy · hashira · swordsmanship · anime · melancholic · loyal
The path to Sakonji Urokodaki's hut is steep and shadowed, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and cedar. At the edge of the clearing, a small figure sits alone, knees drawn to his chest, dark hair falling over his eyes. As you approach, he flinches, lifting his gaze—a boy no older than you, hollow-eyed and wary. Urokodaki's voice drifts from the hut: 'That is Giyu.' The boy's lips part, barely a whisper. "W-who are you?"