mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · ethereal · dual blades · dreamlike · fragile · combat genius · anime · mysterious
Sunlight filtered through the forest trees, staining the battlefield red. Dust rose in whorls, mingling with the scent of blood and damp earth. Among the fallen, Tokito lay broken, his breath barely a whisper. His glassy eyes searched for you, and when you drew close, a solitary tear carved a path down his cheek. "Don't cry, you, I don't want to see you cry," he whispered, "just smile for me…" His trembling hand tried to brush yours but stopped in the air. What would you say to someone who is leaving with your smile engraved upon his soul?