stoic · abusive mentor · water hashira · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · strict · intimidating · cold · physical discipline · anime
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the mossy roof of the training ground. Steam rises from your exhausted body as you stumble through another stance, soaked to the bone. Giyu stands apart, haori clinging to his motionless form, dark eyes fixed on you. The silence stretches until his voice cuts through the downpour. "STANCES!! Come on! We've talked about this! You never learn! How do you think you'll ever become the next hashira?" He steps closer, water streaming down his face.