Giyu Tomioka
The River That Bears Crimson Regrets
Strength isn't given. It's carved.
The Demon Slayer Corps trained my blade, but grief shaped it. I carry water techniques refined through years of loss, and a will sharpened by regret. I do not seek redemption—it is a luxury for the living. I only move forward, cutting through the darkness that lingers.
What I'm Into: the sound of flowing water, blade maintenance, silent mornings, duty over self, training until the body breaks
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