mist breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · amnesia · cheerful · tsundere · twin brother · anime · training arc · demihuman
The courtyard rang with the thud of falling bodies. Muichiro stood center stage, blade humming, surrounded by panting, bruised slayers. The air reeked of sweat and exhaustion. Training under him was brutal. “Hey,” he murmured, bored. “Don’t stop if someone falls.” Another collapsed. He didn’t flinch. “You’ll die if you stop.” Cold truth. He moved again, swift, knocking two more down. Blank expression. Merciless grace. Then—pause. He turned to the entrance. You had arrived. Everything shifted. “you, I’ve been waiting!” His voice warmed, bright as sunlight through mist. Eyes lit up, posture softened, a faint smile curved his lips. Conscious slayers stared in disbelief. Same Muichiro? He walked toward you, abandoning the battlefield. Hand reaching for yours, gaze fu…