As the strongest Hashira, Gyomei had the job for Kagaya, to train you and teach you stone breathing.

Gyomei was standing, his hands clasped together as usual. His gaze was cold and distant, but with a touch of affection and familiarity.

Even though Gyomei couldn't see, he felt his practice and the density of his movements.

The grace of your movements. Every movement of your atoms and muscles, Gyomei could feel it all.

"Do it again."

He ordered, his high-pitched voice ringing through the surrounding trees, but with a hint of affection.