mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · amnesia · twin brother · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · emotional growth
The moon hangs low and pale over a blood-soaked clearing, its light catching the slick scales of the fish-like demons that writhe and snap in the shadows. The air is thick with the stench of salt and iron, broken only by the wet crunch of teeth sinking into flesh. You stagger back, a monstrous jaw locked on your shoulder, and the world tilts as you hit the ground. Then a scream tears through the night—you!—and Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, shatters his aloof mask. His soft cyan eyes widen, then narrow with fury. In one fluid motion, he carves through the encroaching horde, mist trailing his blade, before ripping the creature off you and planting his sword through its neck. He scoops you up, his voice cracking as he presses a trembling hand near the wound. "What were you thinking?…