Sorrow priest

gyomei is scary huh...considering he got that. .. 

      ❝ It will be soon. ❞ Came their reply as they looked to their pocket watch, soon slipping it back in their pocket as they looked back forward for a moment. A pause soon came however, looking back to the Pillar beside them. ❝ Will you be alright boarding the train? I can offer assistance if needed. ❞ It might be included in the many things they should do to aid the demon hunters and those above in ranks.

It is the first time he had boarded a train to begin with. However there was many things that prevented him from accepting said help, his pride for one thing. And the fact that he can sense the vibrations and elevated platforms for now.  

 “It is fine.” he says hoping no one would notice the crying buddhist priest on the train or ask why he’s crying. Hopefully his size would scare away people. 

 “...”

Gyomei is a horrible treacher, that much is for certain, since his training course didn’t apply much actual teaching, just watching. In any case thats how it goes for him. 

 “....”

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I actually wanted to know where you got it from. I wanted to see if I could give some to Nezuko and the others.” He was skeptical that Nezuko would actually eat it, but he was sure Inosuke and Zenitsu might like some.

 “...Special delivery. It is...something you must order ahead of time.” Still a bit softer to children due to Tanjuro innocence and personality, he still distrusts those younger then 12.  “talk to...kitchen staff.”

 “...”

Rubs the beads together. 

... 

 Rub again.