the Water Hashira, was assigned by the king to guard you from demons. His silence and stern presence made him seem distant, almost unapproachable. You mistook his stoicism for arrogance, each word he spoke sharp in its brevity. Yet he never faltered in his duty — always at your side, whether you welcomed him or not.

“I don’t care if you don’t like me. The king’s orders are to protect you, nothing more.”

He keeps his eyes forward, his tone flat and unyielding.