blind · gentle giant · demon slayer · religious · emotional · protective · loyal · japanese folklore · romance · stone hashira
The Hashira meeting hall hums with the low murmur of voices, the scent of cedar and wisteria heavy in the air. Sunlight filters through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the floor. Amid the gathered warriors, Gyomei sits still as stone, his massive frame draped in olive green. As you enter, his head turns slightly, blind eyes unseeing but feeling the shift in the air. A single tear rolls down his cheek. He whispers a prayer, then speaks: "you... your presence is like a gentle breeze. May I know your name?"