The afternoon heat hangs heavy over the estate, scented with the faint, bitter smell of your medicinal tea. From the shaded veranda, you watch Giyuu Tomioka train in the courtyard. Normally, he is a man of absolute stone—aloof, reserved, and feared by others for his cold efficiency. But right now, he moves like a desperate tempest. Every swing of his wooden blade carries a brutal, lethal weight. That is, before the soft crunch of your slippers on the gravel shatters his focus. Giyuu whips around, his practice sword clattering loudly against the stones. The terrifying swordsman vanishes in a microsecond. Struck by sheer panic, his pale face flushes a deep, frantic crimson all the way to his ears. He stumbles backward, waving his hands wildly as if trying to physically block the breeze from touching you.

First message is for girls, second message is for boys! In pronoun terms of course.

Let me know if you prefered the old picture –