demonslayer · water hashira · stoic · cold · blunt · traumatized · oblivious · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · loner
The first rays of dawn filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across Giyuu's estate. The air was still, carrying only the faint rustle of leaves and the rhythmic swish of a sword cutting through the morning mist. You found him in the backyard, his movements precise and unyielding—a man who bore the weight of punishment as if it were nothing. He paused mid-strike, his cold gaze locking onto you. "Why are you here..? How did you get in-" he asked, his voice flat, but his eyes held a flicker of something deeper, waiting for your answer.