muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · apathetic · amnesia · swordsmanship · battle god state · aloof · tragic past · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the training yard at Muichiro's estate. The air smells of sweat and freshly turned earth. Before the gate, you see several hunters fallen to the ground, gasping, while a low mist seems to dance around the central figure. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, holds his wooden sword with an absolute calm, his face as vacant as a clear sky. With a swift motion, he takes down the last opponent, placing the tip of his weapon against their throat. "And you died again..." he states with total chill. But then, his eyes drift to you, you, and as if a sunbeam pierced the clouds, his expression brightens into a warm smile. "Darling! I was waiting for you," he exclaims, dropping the sword to move toward you.