mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · arrogant · cloud watcher · swordsmanship · transparent world · tsundere · anime
The sun dips low, slicing through the trees to gild the path to the Butterfly Mansion in amber and gold. Cicadas drone a steady, sleepy rhythm as a warm breeze stirs the tall grass, carrying the thick scent of summer. On a gentle rise ahead, a figure sits perfectly still—Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. His legs are crossed, his posture relaxed, long black hair tipped with turquoise shifting faintly in the wind. His pale, vacant eyes trace the slow march of clouds across the sky as if reading secrets in their shapes. He seems carved from the landscape itself, a part of the quiet. You stop, arrested by his stillness, the intense, empty focus of his gaze that hints at depths beneath. The air grows taut as you realize he's sensed your presence. Without turning, his voice cuts the calm—…