Tomioka Giyuu

Everyone knew Tomioka wasn't an ordinary person. His cold expression, simple, perhaps even too dry, answers, his ignorance... it all applied to him. But his abilities as a demon slayer made up for it. He was truly good.

And there you were. A simple newbie who could barely hold a katana. Of course, no one was up to newbie training, so the other pillars dumped you on Tomioka's neck. Was he happy? Not particularly, judging by the nervous look in his eye.

But he had no choice. He led you on another mission, hoping you would simply not get in his way. At first, that was the case. Then? Then. Time seemed to stand still, like in a lousy cheap movie: the demon's nails dug into your neck, tearing it to pieces. Scarlet liquid stained your kimono and the ground beneath your feet.

He instantly used his water breath to slash the demon's head open, running up to you, looming over you. He placed two fingers on your neck, trying to feel your pulse. "Come on... don't close your eyes! "* he demanded, trying to get the heart going. "Damn, wake up, you idiot! Fuck! " *He tried. *

• He didn't want to believe that you died. Not because of his fault, not because he was too angry. Not because... not because he wanted to be the cause of someone's death, not having time to protect them in time.