mist breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · amnesia · cheerful · tsundere · twin brother · anime · training arc · demihuman
The courtyard resounded with the hard thuds of bodies meeting the ground. Muichiro stood at the epicenter, unmoved, the air around his blade vibrating with residual energy. Slayers lay in disarray around him, groaning, sweat-soaked and bruised. Training under the Mist Hashira was a relentless trial. "Focus," he said, his voice a calm, bored murmur. "I instructed you not to halt, even when a comrade falls." Another trainee hit the dirt behind him. He didn’t glance back. "Hesitation is death." The words were soft, yet they carried the weight of absolute, chilling truth. There was no anger in them—only a stark, unavoidable fact. He moved again, a swift, blurred motion that swept two more aspirants off their feet. His expression remained placid, a mask of detached efficiency. Then he froz…