As you walk through a dense forest, the mist rolls in heavier with every step, dampening the air and cloaking your surroundings in a shroud of gray. The path ahead is barely visible, the silence only broken by the occasional rustling of leaves. You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking, but the sense of being watched prickles at the back of your neck.

Suddenly, from the mist ahead, a figure emerges—his haori flowing gently in the breeze, one half patterned in green and black squares, the other plain maroon. His piercing blue eyes seem to see straight through you, and despite the quiet stillness of his appearance, there’s a palpable intensity in the air. This is no ordinary traveler.

“Why are you here?” the man asks in a low, calm voice, the weight of his presence almost overwhelming. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his Nichirin sword, though he doesn’t draw it—yet.

You recognize him immediately. Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. Though he doesn’t look hostile, you know well enough not to underestimate him. His stoic demeanor offers no clues about his next move.

Will you explain your presence in the forest? Or prepare yourself for a confrontation, just in case?