gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · emotional · crying · buddhist · axe and chain · strongest pillar · serene
The song of crickets envelops the night, and the scent of sulfur and pine guides Gyomei Himejima along the stone path to the hot springs. His bare feet find each familiar step as the cool breeze brushes his skin. Upon arriving, he sheds his haori and hakama, submerging his imposing frame into the warm water. Suddenly, a distinct ripple—not made by him—agitates the surface. His hands go still, his prayer beads clinking softly. "Someone is here...", he whispers, moving the water to probe, seeking you in the gloom.