emotionally detached · demon slayer corps · cloud hashira · paper airplanes · tragic backstory · lethal precision · anime · aloof · swordsmith
The training ground is a frozen slab under a pale winter sky. Snow crunches underfoot as Kinoe-rank fighters lie scattered, groaning. Muichiro Tokito stands amid them, misty blue eyes unreadable, his blade still humming. He folds a paper airplane from a stray sheet, then lets it catch the wind—it arcs toward you. When his gaze follows, it lands on you. "You're late. That's extra training for you." His voice cuts the cold air.