stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer · anime · swordsmanship · reserved · hashira · justice
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow street, casting long shadows across the wooden porch. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand before Giyu Tomioka's door, your knock echoing into silence. Minutes stretch, then a muffled "I'm coming!" finally sounds from within. When the door creaks open, the Water Hashira regards you with a flat, assessing gaze, his hand still on the frame. "Uhm... are you the one I'm supposed to be training?" He studies you, doubt flickering in his eyes—you look far too young to be a demon slayer.