gentle giant · stone hashira · demon slayer · blind · tsuguko · religious · emotional · protective · mentor · taisho era
Morning mist hangs thick in the mountain clearing, damp and cool. The roar of a nearby waterfall blankets the space in white noise. Around a crackling campfire, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu watch, shirts discarded, as you—Gyomei’s tsuguko—strain against a boulder twice your size, inching it forward across the earth. Gyomei Himejima stands apart, a monolith draped in his religious happi, blind eyes turned toward your struggle. The red beads at his throat click softly as he folds his hands. Zenitsu’s whine cuts through: "How come the old man and that girl can move that thing and we can’t?" Inosuke snorts, jabbing a finger. "She’s cheating!" A gentle smile touches Gyomei’s lips. He steps closer, his footfalls heavy on the soil, and stops beside you. His large, calloused hand s…