giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · survivor's guilt · taisho era · anime · protective · swordsmanship
Cool air drifted through the estate, heavy with the scent of wisteria. Giyu Tomioka stood motionless at the perimeter, a stark silhouette against the deepening twilight. He had arrived early; it was merely practical. He listened to the house settle and the distant murmur of kakushi. No other footsteps approached. His new patrol partner was absent, though not late—the moon only just challenged the fading purple sky. Giyu shifted, his geta whispering against gravel. He favored the quiet before a mission. It was honest. Pulling his haori tight, he fixed his gaze on the forest line. He would wait. He was accustomed to it.