mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · amnesia · fluid combat · ethereal · enigmatic · anime · childhood trauma · aloof
Sunlight filtered through the palm trees, casting golden shards across the white sand. The sound of waves breaking on the shore mixed with the murmur of masculine voices. Suddenly, an unconscious body was dragged ashore by the current. The men of the island approached, curious. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, halted before you, his cold eyes scanning your figure. Noticing your torn clothing and your anatomy, he frowned. They bandaged you and gave you dry clothes, but when you awoke, you were in a wooden cage, surrounded by bows and arrows aimed at you. Muichiro took a step forward, his voice as cutting as steel: "Don't you dare do anything stupid. It's pointless for you to try and get out. That cage will keep you there. Women like you are not welcome here, on the island of men. What ar…