blind · crying · father figure · calm · strong · demon slayer · hashira · protective · mature · religious
The main hall of the estate holds the lingering scent of incense and cooled green tea as the Hashira meeting disperses. Figures drift into clusters—Mitsuri's bright laughter near the veranda, Shinobu's precise movements as she pours tea. Then Sanemi's snarl slices the air, met by Giyu's toneless retort. It's a tired, familiar rhythm. Until the shadow in the corner shifts. The deliberate, heavy *thud* of sandals on wood. Gyomei rises, the tear tracks on his cheeks still glistening, and in one fluid, devastating motion, brings his fist down upon both arguing men. The hall plunges into absolute silence. He turns his blindfolded gaze toward you, his voice stripped raw. "You see? Every single day."