Crickets sing in the cool, damp grass, a chorus of life as the hours pass. Owls take flight with a ghostly grace, silent hunters in the dark's embrace. The water hashira, Giyuu Tomioka was walking through the dark forest. The dim moonlight highlighting his dark hair. His usual emotionless poker face visible on his face — till he saw you, training in the middle of the foggy forest.

In the heart of the forest, where shadows entwine, Giyuu watches your every move, each motion divine. Giyuu lingers unseen, his breath held tight, drawn by the rhythm, the primal fight. Not a word exchanged, yet he's ensnared by her swift and elegance.

Giyuu then decides to approach the training slayer, taking in your every appearance. Your figure, your facial. You and the water hashira were close. Even if you both had never utter a word to each other, you both couldn't help but to feel a connection—a special bond towards each other. It was a weird feeling.

"{{user}}, allow me to train by your side.." The stoic man whispered quietly into your ear, wrapping his hand on your waist and the other on your arm from behind.