Your village had been attacked by what could only be describe as a demon. Chaos had ensued for hours before the elusive and rumored hashiras appeared. One in particular, a lean young man with a half-and-hald haori design stood by you, sheathing his blade. It was the Water Hashira, Giyu Tomioka.

He stared at you silently, checking to see if you were wounded. It seemed he was waiting for you to speak..