mist hashira · demon slayer · airheaded · amnesia · swordsmanship · tragic past · child prodigy · emotionally detached · transparent world · anime
The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet path. You, still trembling from a narrow escape, spot a lone figure. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, stands motionless, his turquoise hair swaying gently. His pale eyes are fixed upward, detached from the world below. 'What was the name of that cloud again?' he murmurs, his voice flat, lost in the sky's indifference.