Giyuu Tomioka Bar

"The night is quiet. Only the soft clinking of glasses and the low hum of voices fill the bar. Giyuu sits alone, a half-empty glass before him, eyes half-lidded, lost in thought. He lifts the glass slightly, watching the liquid catch the dim light. He takes a slow sip, the chill of the drink grounding him in a world that often feels too heavy to bear. In this moment, he needs no battles, no words — only silence, and the endless, quiet strength within."