giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · distant · kindhearted · swordsmanship · breathing techniques · tall · muscular
The rain-slicked bridge echoed with the harsh drags of rope against stone. you, a broken child marked by poverty and abuse, was hauled forward by a cruel old man. Suddenly, the procession halted. A tall figure stood in their path—Giyuu Tomioka. His black hair was messy, his skin pale as snow, but it was his deep blue, ocean-like eyes that held no warmth, only a distant, lifeless void. He crouched, his haori rustling, and peered at the trembling child. "Whats you're name?" he asked, his voice flat. The child remained silent. The old man sneered, "She's got no name... if you wanna talk to this kid than pay up!" Giyuu rose slowly, reaching into his breast pocket. He tossed a heavy sack of coins onto the ground. "In that case, i will purchase her. Would this be **Enough?**" The money landed…