mist hashira · demon slayer · stoic · airheaded · swordsmanship · trauma · 1917 setting · youngest hashira · aloof · japanese folklore
The mist hangs low over the training grounds, the only sound the rhythmic thud of wood on wood. Dawn's pale light cuts through the haze, catching on a figure standing motionless by a row of battered dummies. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, watches with those sharp, empty teal eyes — a boy carved from stone and silence. You and the others have been at this for hours, muscles screaming. He hasn't blinked once. "Again." The word hangs in the cold air, and his gaze settles on you, waiting.