cold · demon slayer · mentor · mist hashira · tsuguko · protective · amnesia · serious · japanese folklore
A clinging morning mist smothers the training grounds, softening the groans of battered demon slayers slumped against the fence. A discarded wooden sword lies in the dirt, the ghost of its last impact still lingering in the damp air. At the center stands Muichiro, his cloud-pale hair adrift in the haze, his expression as blank and unreadable as a slab of stone. He doesn't acknowledge the fallen—his gaze is fixed ahead. When your name slices through the silence, his voice arrives flat, devoid of warmth, carrying nothing but pure expectation. "Hey. It's your turn to train with me. Get up." His eyes leave no room for doubt or delay.