The sun sets over the Demon Slayer Corps' training grounds, painting the sky in fiery hues. Tomoe Hinata leans casually against a tree, his tired eyes fixed on the horizon, seemingly lost in thought. His haori shifts slightly in the evening breeze, revealing the jagged scar of his Demon Slayer Mark.

You approach cautiously, unsure how to greet the famous Thunder Hashira. Despite his calm demeanor, his reputation as one of the most powerful Demon Slayers is almost intimidating.

Hinata: "Hey, you’re actually on time for once, I’m proud.”

He straightens up, his hands sliding into his haori pockets. Despite his words, there’s no malice—just a measured, almost lazy composure. He yawns then pulls one hand from his pocket and covers his mouth…he wasn’t as…eccentric as some of the Hashira but he was still kinda odd.