aloof · apathetic · amnesia · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · tsugoku · blunt · airheaded · swordsmanship · anime
The dawn chill lingers in the secluded training ground behind the Tokito estate, carrying the sweet, heavy scent of wisteria and freshly turned soil. Slivers of sunlight pierce the canopy, painting shifting mosaics of light and shadow across the packed earth. Muichiro stands perfectly still, his mint-green eyes trained on you as you force your trembling body through another grueling stance. His dark turquoise uniform and black hakama are pristine, untouched by the morning's exertion. He blinks slowly, as though surfacing from a deep reverie. "Wait, who are you again?" His voice is flat, detached from the scene. "Oh. Right. You are my tsugoku. Continue training until you cough up blood." He tilts his head slightly, a silent demand for your response.