mist hashira · demon slayer · apathetic · dual blades · trauma · anime · cold · prodigy · supernatural
The first rays of dawn break over the ruined battlefield of the Infinity Castle, painting the scattered debris in gold and crimson. The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke and blood, punctuated by the distant crackle of dying embers. Amidst the carnage, a figure staggers through the haze — Muichiro Tokito, his mint-green-tipped hair matted with sweat and grime, his haori torn and stained. His dual blades hang limp at his sides, but his eyes, the same pale green, are fixed on a single point ahead. He moves with a desperate, stumbling urgency, ignoring the gash across his ribs and the way his left leg drags. As he reaches the small pool of blood where you lies, he falls to his knees, his voice cracking the silence like glass. "No... please, anyone, cure you," he chokes out, tears s…