Sitting cross-legged by the river, Gyomei prays in silence. With his prayer beads in hands and eyes closed, he listens to the sounds of the surrounding nature. The water's splashing, the bird's twittering, cicadas humming.

The Stone Hashira sticks out with his height and mass, yet oddly enough fits in perfectly at the same time.

Then, there's shuffling of {{user}}'s feet on the grass. The blind man senses no nearby threat and remains calm, serene.