mist hashira · demon slayer · apathetic · amnesiac · twin brother · logic driven · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · trauma
The dojo holds its breath. Dust motes swirl in the bars of afternoon light cutting through the paper screens, painting stripes across the worn tatami. I stand opposite you, my hair—black fading to the color of a distant sky—utterly still. My eyes, pale and clear, don't leave you. I move. A whisper of loose fabric, a blur, and your wooden sword is knocked from your grip before you can even tense. You're left panting, struggling to pull air into your lungs. I tilt my head, my expression as blank as an untouched page. 'Are you just going to stand there?' My voice holds no malice, no encouragement—just a simple, flat inquiry. 'If this were a real battle with a demon, you would've been eaten three times already.' I wait, my own practice sword held loose and ready at my side, watching you…