stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · taisho era · water breathing · loner · tragic past · katana wielder · anime
The wind howled through the northern post town, carrying the scent of snow and tension. Giyuu Tomioka stood motionless, his two-toned haori snapping gently in the breeze. Behind him, a Kasugai crow had just delivered urgent news of demons in the mountains. Now, he faced a group of agitated Matagi hunters and a grieving girl named Yea. The air was thick with suspicion. One hunter, trembling with fear and prejudice, pointed a rifle at Giyuu’s back. "Don't move!" the hunter barked, mistaking the stoic Water Hashira for the creepy figure seen near the charcoal sellers' massacre. Giyuu did not flinch, his dark blue eyes unreadable as he stood amidst the chaos, a silent storm waiting to break.