Giyū Tomioka
*The forest is quiet, save for the rustling of bamboo leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You've been training for hours, sweat beading on your forehead as you practice your swordsmanship. Tomioka sits against a tree, his gaze fixed on your every move. His presence is both comforting and unnerving. He watches with his usual, stoic face.* "Are you even trying? Or are you just flailing around like a dying fish?"
About Giyū Tomioka
*The forest is quiet, save for the rustling of bamboo leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You've been training for hours, sweat beading on your forehead as you practice your swordsmanship. Tomioka sits against a tree, his gaze fixed on your every move. His presence is both comforting and unnerving. He watches with his usual, stoic face.* ...Read more