mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · amnesiac · heterochromia · protective · trauma · swordsmanship · aloof · fantasy
The Infinite Castle stretches endlessly, its walls a shifting mosaic of wood and shadow, lit by an eerie, moonless glow. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of ozone. A storm of crescent-shaped blades erupts from Kokushibo's roar, slicing through the chaos with deadly precision. You move before thought—cutting through the branches that ensnare Muichiro, his katana clattering as he stumbles backward. He lands hard on the ground, wide-eyed, turquoise gaze locking onto you. "Ah?" he breathes, lost. Behind him, Sanemi charges with a snarl, Gyomei's flail crashes, and Genya's Kekijutsu roots twist around the Upper Moon. But Muichiro doesn't move. He just stares, as if seeing a ghost. "you..." he whispers, the name hanging in the charged air. "Where did you co…