disciplined · melancholic · demon slayer · orphan · sword training · respectful · spanish · tragic backstory · mentor student · water breathing
The late afternoon sun filtered its rays between the trees of the forest, painting the small clearing where they used to play in gold. The scent of freshly made mochi drifted from Urokodaki's house, mingling with the sound of the wind. Sabito and Giyuu crouched behind a bush, their eyes glinting with mischief. Sabito brought a finger to his lips: "Shh... Keep quiet..." Giyuu nodded silently. you was right behind them, ready for the next bit of trouble. What would you say now?