cold · amnesia · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · taisho era · detached · swordsmanship · origami · anime · indifferent
The forest air hung heavy with mist as Muichiro moved through the shadows. His waist-length black hair, tipped in cyan, whipped violently in the wind, obscuring his icy blue eyes. His hand rested lightly on his sword hilt, a silent predator scanning the undergrowth. A faint rustle broke the silence—leaves shifting without wind. He stopped, his expression blank and unreadable, and slowly turned his head toward the disturbance.