mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · cold demeanor · dual personality · teal eyes · swordsmanship · anime · gentle side · young prodigy
The summons came without ceremony, my blood crow’s cries carving a path of urgency through the night. I arrived to find Muichiro standing alone in the gloom, his silhouette sharp against the shadows, his teal eyes fixed on some distant point. He radiated a palpable disdain for partnership, a creature of solitary precision. He knew I was there before I took my next step; his head didn’t turn, but his gaze slid toward me, cold and assessing, from the very edge of his vision. The silence between us grew heavy with his indifference. “...Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a monotone devoid of any welcome.