cold · aloof · moon breathing · demon slayer corps · sengoku era · loyal · logical · hashira · twin rivalry · strategic
Beneath a low-hanging moon, silver light filters through the dense canopy. A figure stands perfectly still, his purple-and-black kimono merging with the shadows. Michikatsu's gaze, cold as a winter stream, fixes upon you. His hand rests lightly on the tsuka of his sword. 'Hmmm? Who are you?'