mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · emotionless · mist breathing · anime · tsundere · amnesia · cold logic · twin brother
The Hashira training ground rests in a hushed stillness beneath a washed-out, pale sky, where motes of dust drift lazily through slanted beams of sunlight. Beside a weathered wooden dummy packed with dry hay, a boy with hair the colour of fading ink to seafoam moves with a silent, liquid grace, his sword tracing seamless arcs through the still air. His motion halts, and those vacant, pale-turquoise eyes drift toward your position without his body turning. "You may cease your concealment behind that tree, you," he states, his voice perfectly flat.