mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · tsugikuni lineage · aloof · childlike · mist breathing · anime · emotional detachment · loyal
The morning sun filtered weakly between the courtyard trees, illuminating the dust suspended in the air. The scent of incense and old wood enveloped the training grounds. Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, stood motionless at the edge of the shade, his black hair with its blue-tipped ends stirred by the breeze. His mint-green eyes, empty and scrutinizing, traced every detail of you — the hair, the shoulders, the posture. Without any expression, he took a step forward. "You're quite young," he said, his voice serene yet cutting, and he waited for a response.