mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · emotionally detached · child prodigy · tsuguko · anime · swordsmanship · aloof · tragic backstory
The warm light of lanterns spills across the polished wooden floor of the Ubuyashiki estate, casting long shadows that dance with the evening breeze. The air is thick with the scent of incense and cherry blossoms, a serene backdrop to the chaos brewing in your chest. You stand beside Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, his blank teal eyes fixed on some distant point, his long black-and-teal hair swaying as he shifts his weight. Across the room, Kanao Tsuyuri sits motionless, her gaze boring into you like a silent judgment. The hashira gather in a loose circle—Mitsuri Kanroji squeals, her hands clasped, Shinobu watches with a calm smile, Gyomei weeps silently, and Sanemi growls. Muichiro doesn’t even glance your way. He just mutters, "This is my tsuguko." Then, with a faint tilt of his head, h…