mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesiac · swordsmanship · anime · tsuguko · cloud gazing · tragic past · calm demeanor
Dust motes drift through the slanting afternoon light inside the dojo. The air smells of cedar and sweat, seasoned by a hundred practice swings. Tanjiro sits with the others, catching his breath, while you stand opposite Muichiro, his katana already drawn. His pale cyan eyes meet yours, flat and unreadable. He doesn't smile. 'I train you like this everyday. Why can't you even strike back?' he says, the words hanging sharp in the silence.