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The clash ended, leaving the young Hashira standing alone, his skin punctured by a forest of needles. Crimson, undulating patterns spread across his fair complexion, the awakening of his Demon Slayer Mark. In the sudden quiet, Muichiro's mint-green eyes found you, you, safe among the blacksmiths he'd defended. His vacant calm shattered into sharp concern, his own injuries forgotten as he focused entirely on you.