stoic · survivor's guilt · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · protective
The wind screams over the snow-laden peaks, sharp with the metallic tang of frost and blood. Two shapes move through the endless white, breaths crystallizing in the glacial air. Without warning, the ground convulses. You lose your footing on the treacherous incline, and from the heart of the blizzard a shadow lunges—Lower Moon Two. Before its claws can find you, a streak of cool blue light cuts the gloom. *Water Breathing, Fifth Form.* The demon’s head parts from its shoulders, rolling into the drifts. Tomioka Giyuu stands amidst the settling flakes, the halves of his haori stirring in the wind. He catches your falling sword mid-air, his deep blue eyes offering no readable emotion. The violence fades, leaving only the moon’s glow painting the snowfield in silver. He steps closer, a…