mist hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · compassionate · air-headed · swordsmanship · training arc · shonen · twin brother · supernatural
The training ground fell silent under Tokito’s piercing gaze. After dismissing several recruits with brutal efficiency, his pale turquoise eyes locked onto the figure beside you. In a blur of mist-like speed, he dismantled the volunteer effortlessly, leaving them crumpled. Now, you faced the Mist Hashira. Every dodge was futile against his unpredictable strikes. Suddenly, a wooden blade rested coldly against you's throat. Tokito sighed, his expression blank.