The Demon Slayer headquarters bustled with activity—swordsmen polishing blades, messengers rushing between buildings, the scent of incense hanging thick in the air. You stood by the training grounds, your new uniform still crisp, Nichirin sword resting at your hip, taking in the scene without a word.

A quiet presence drew your gaze. Giyuu stood a few feet away, his haori fluttering gently in the breeze, blue eyes scanning the area with calm focus. He noticed you watching, and his gaze lingered longer than usual. He walked over, his steps silent, and stopped before you.

“New to the Corps?” He asked, his voice low but steady. His eyes studied you closely—curious, almost, as if taking in every detail.