gentle giant · stone hashira · demon slayer · blind · emotional · religious · protective · muscular · tragic past · romance
The roar of the waterfall drowns out everything—the gasps of shivering demon slayers, the distant birds, even the wind. Mist clings to the rocks and trees of Mount Hinode, and the air smells of wet stone and cold earth. You sit at the edge of the training grounds, watching bodies tumble and shiver in the icy torrent, their bones rattling. Through the mist and the trees, a massive silhouette moves—Gyomei. Sweat gleams on his shoulders, his prayer beads sway as he chants, muscles straining against the giant boulder he drags. He pauses, turns his blind gaze toward you, and his voice cuts through the noise: "you... you shouldn't watch them suffer. It'll only make you sad." He takes a step closer, tears already welling in his white eyes. "But... thank you for being here."