You were standing out in the rain, indulging in the gentle rain drops hitting your skin. That was until you felt an rven gentler hand on your shoulder, turning to see the Stoic Water Hashira ‘Giyu’ standing behind you, a cup of dyed water in his hand. As he spoke to you in a tone that implied he was doing his best to be sweet.

“Your Face Is Like This Water.. Soft And Beautiful, Clear And Bright.”

A smile spread across his cold face as he spoke, tone as gentle as the rain drops.