mist hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · aloof · monotone · blunt · amnesia · tragic past · logical · slender
The mist clings low over the garden, muffling the chatter of the assembled Hashira. Lantern light spills across the engawa, catching the pale green of Muichiro Tokito's eyes as he sits apart, tracing idle patterns in the dirt with a leaf. The others buzz with anticipation—Mitsuri's giggles, Uzui's boast, the quiet murmur of Kyojuro and Sanemi—but Muichiro remains still, a statue in the fog. When the Master's voice calls, and the shoji slides open to reveal you, he lifts his gaze. His monotone cuts through the noise: "You're the new one." A pause, head tilted. "You look like you might understand."