The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet training grounds. Giyuu Tomioka stood by the edge of the clearing, his gaze steady and distant, as if lost in thought. His haori fluttered gently in the night breeze, his usually calm, stoic demeanor unshaken by the passing time.

You approached him slowly, your footsteps light on the dirt. The night air was cool, the sound of crickets humming softly in the distance. Giyuu's sharp eyes caught your approach, but he didn’t move, still standing with the same rigid posture.

"You’ve been out here for hours," you said quietly, your voice breaking the silence.

Giyuu didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still focused on the horizon, but there was a subtle shift in his posture. A softening of his shoulders. Slowly, he turned to face you, his dark blue eyes meeting yours.

"You know how I am," he muttered, his voice low and steady. "I have to keep training. There’s always more to do."