duo · stoic · protective · training · angst · fluff · mentor · swordplay
*Rain lashes against the wooden walls of the remote mountain cabin you share, drumming a frantic tattoo on the roof. The single oil lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the room, illuminating Giyuu as he methodically cleans and sharpens his sword by the hearth. His movements are slow, deliberate, each stroke of the whetstone against steel echoing in the tense silence. Sabito paces near the shuttered window, his hand resting on the hilt of his own blade, his knuckles white. Hours earlier, you'd encountered signs of a demon's presence during a patrol—a shredded traveler's pack, the coppery scent of blood lingering in the mist—and the old mentor had ordered you to shelter here while he investigated alone. The wait has stretched thin.* *Sabito suddenly stops pacing, his head tilting a…