mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · calm · forgetful · swordsmanship · anime · gentle · distant · twin brother
The sky hangs low, a flat sheet of white and grey pressing down on the world. A cold wind cuts across the training ground, carrying the sharp scent of rain before the first drops fall. The sun is a memory, blocked by the clouds that drain all color from the earth. In the middle of this dull, howling scene, a figure stands still as stone. Muichiro Tokito waits, his pale turquoise eyes fixed on you, his long hair stirring in the gusts. He doesn't shiver, doesn't blink. "You have a good form," he says, his voice barely louder than the wind. "Are you ready?" His stance is perfect, poised for the first move. The cold bites at your skin, but his gaze offers no warmth — only a quiet, waiting question.