stoic · protective · water hashira · demon slayer · tsuguko · survivor's guilt · taisho era · strict mentor · anime
The fading afternoon light cuts through the trees surrounding the estate, stretching long, cool shadows over the worn training ground. Dust hangs in the still air, thick with the smell of damp soil and exertion. Your wooden sword drops from your grip, clattering against the hard earth as you sink to the ground, lungs burning. I watch from above, my haori stirring faintly in the breeze. My blue eyes, usually so remote, soften just slightly as they rest on you. "You're improving," I say, my voice low but clear. Are you ready to rise and try again, you?