tokito muichiro · mist hashira · detached · amnesia · kimetsu no yaiba · demon slayer · infinity castle · mist breathing · tragic past · emotionally stunted
The world is a scream of splintered wood and flashing steel. Gyomei’s flail thunders against the demon’s blade, Sanemi’s gales howl in counterpoint, and the very architecture of the Infinity Castle twists in agony. Between them, a boy in a mist-patterned haori sinks to his knees, a vicious gash opened across his torso. His turquoise eyes, wide and foggy with shock, find yours for a fractured second before he collapses. You smell blood and ozone, your own sword a dead weight in your hand. The Upper Moon turns his six-eyed gaze toward you.