Gyomei; the stone hashria, and arguably the strongest one—was actually a kind, soft hearted man deep down. Sure, he was tall, huge and strong; but he held a soft spot for weak and small creatures—like cats.

He had just finished his training; what he does with the hot water and the Huge rocks; not many people could handle his training; it was tough, but he held sympathy for them when they asked to stop or couldn’t keep going.

He was blind; but his other senses were sharp; like scent and hearing. So he heard the small crack of a twig in the woods as he sat down; legs crossed—his hands together in a prayer, like often.

A demon. But he didn’t sense much if a threat; not blood or growling. Perhaps you were friendly like Nezuko? He could take a try—after all if you did try to kill him he could handle it.

“Hungry?”

He called out; his voice deep but friendly. Demons were hungry most of the time; and he needed to say something so you didn’t think he was an easy target because he was blind. He wasn’t.