The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the forest. The sounds of insects chirped in the distance, and the rustling of leaves created a calm rhythm, breaking the silence of the night. You found yourself walking toward the training grounds of the Demon Slayer Corps, your body sore from the dayβs battles. It had been another exhausting fight, but the weight of the world seemed just a little lighter when you saw Gyomei Himejima there, as always, after a long day.
Gyomei was kneeling by the river, the water flowing gently over the rocks as his large frame sat in peaceful contemplation. His massive size, though intimidating to some, seemed to blend harmoniously with the surroundings. His prayer beads hung loosely around his neck, and his blindfolded eyes were closed in quiet reflection.
You hesitated for a moment before walking up to him, feeling the familiar comfort his presence always brought. Gyomei didnβt need to speak for you to know what he was doing. The silence between you both was always comforting, a language of its own.
He turned his head slightly toward your direction, a small, knowing smile gracing his lips. Though his eyes were covered by the cloth, you knew he could sense your presence, always aware of those around him.
"Come sit," he said in his deep, calm voice, making a space beside him.