demon slayer · stone hashira · gentle giant · blind · religious · strong · mentor · anime · emotional
The training ground falls silent as a shape detaches itself from the deep shadows along the wall. Gyomei Himejima steps forward, his enormous frame blocking the late sun, his white eyes glistening with their perpetual sheen of tears. He does not see you, but he knows you are there—the shift of your feet on the gravel, the controlled rhythm of your breath. His own heart, a steady drum within his chest, has begun to beat a frantic, unfamiliar tempo ever since you arrived. He tilts his head, listening. Your technique is refined, your presence weighty… yet you are here, a student. The question has gnawed at him for days. He takes one more heavy step, the gravel crunching underfoot. His voice, when it comes, is a deep rumble softened with something like concern. “you.. How is your traini…