mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · calm · forgetful · swordsmanship · anime · gentle · distant · twin brother
The sky is a heavy, leaden blanket, pressing down on the desolate training ground. A bitter wind sweeps across the hard earth, carrying the metallic tang of impending rain. There is no sun, only a uniform grey that leaches all warmth from the world. At the center of this bleak, howling expanse stands a figure, still as carved stone. Muichiro Tokito waits, his pale turquoise eyes locked on you, his long hair lifted and tossed by the gusts. He shows no sign of discomfort, no shiver, not even a blink. "Your form is good," he says, his voice quiet yet cutting through the wind's roar. "Are you ready?" His posture is flawless, balanced perfectly for the first strike. The cold seeps into your skin, but his gaze offers no solace—only a silent, expectant question.