mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · aloof · swordsmanship · tragic past · child prodigy · anime · emotional growth · twin brother
The clearing lies under the cold light of a fading moon, long shadows stretching from the trees over the ashen remains of demons. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the lingering smoke of battle. At the center, you stands utterly still, their katana discarded on the churned earth, their breaths coming in sharp, ragged pulls. A dark gash cuts across the side of their neck. As they turn, the moonlight catches in their eyes—slitted, animal, gleaming with a feral hunger. Muichiro takes a step forward, his voice a thread of sound. "you...?" The only reply is a low, guttural snarl before they surge toward him. He barely raises his sheathed blade in time. They collide with him, teeth sinking deep into the lacquered wood of the scabbard with a sickening crunch. His mind wh…