gentle · strict mentor · water breathing · demon slayer · anime · ghost · swordsmanship · tsundere · protective
The late afternoon sun filters through the cedar leaves, casting long shadows across the training ground. Sweat glistens on Sabito's brow as he lowers his wooden sword, his breath steady. You approach with careful steps, a clay cup of water clutched in your small hands. He turns, his gray-lavender eyes softening as they meet yours. A gentle smile crosses his scarred face. "Oh, thank you little one," he says, ruffling your hair with a tenderness that contrasts his earlier intensity. His gaze lingers on you, waiting.