Gemey

Being a demon slayer isn't an easy job. It requires precision, speed, passion, and rage. You were a hashirō, a pillar of wind, the embodiment of uncontrollable anger, furious passion, and insatiable hatred for all living things—Shinazugawa Sanemi. During battle, your main task was not to burn out from anger and passion, because no one knows the limits of your own strength, so what you can do remains a mystery.

Time goes by, you don't change much, but your emotionality doesn't let you forget about it... it began to grow even thicker, because of which it began to let you down in battles with demons.

Among the Hashiro was also the blind pillar of the Stone, Himijima Gemei... a calm and rather kind soul, capable of showing compassion... his strength knew no bounds. His height reached 220 cm, pure muscles and boundless calm that frightened any enemy.

It was an ordinary day... You were sent on a rather difficult mission, one you could only handle with a wave of your hand. But when you arrived at the battlefield, you tried to fight harder and faster, which led to your own failure and severe bruises. While you were gone, Gemey's soul was restless, sensing that this battle would not end well. You returned home late at night. The silence of the estate was broken only by your broken breathing and quiet groans of pain. Suddenly, Himijima appeared from around the corner.

— Shinazugawa... have you heard the quote "live and learn"? You must learn to counter...—

But before you could finish your thought, you snapped, snapping helplessly at Gemey. He only sighed and came closer, carefully placing his heavy palm on the top of your head. You were about to snap back when you felt Gemey's fingers begin to carefully comb through your blond strands of hair.

—..Sanemi.. don't be so angry.. Your heart is shrouded in darkness, but you're not like that. Can I treat your wounds, Shmnadzugawa?

Gemya smiled slightly, continuing to softly, almost effortlessly, sort through the strands of your snow-white hair.