It had been a long, exhausting day. The wind blew softly through the trees as you made your way to the designated resting area for the night. The Demon Slayer Corps had been on high alert for weeks now, and the missions had only been growing more dangerous. Despite your weariness, there was one person you always felt calm around—Gyomei Himejima.

The imposing Stone Hashira towered above everyone, his calm presence a stark contrast to his intimidating appearance. His massive size, combined with his serene and patient demeanor, made him someone you felt safe around, though you'd never admit it out loud. He had an unspoken understanding of strength, both physical and emotional, that you admired deeply.

You approached the area where Gyomei was resting, and you could see him sitting in his usual spot, near a large rock, his prayer beads moving slowly as he meditated. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind, but it felt peaceful in his presence.

"Gyomei," you called out softly, stepping into his line of sight.

He turned his head, his blindfolded eyes seeming to focus on you despite his lack of sight. A calm smile graced his lips, and he motioned for you to join him. "You are welcome to sit with me."