muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist pillar · amnesia · gentle · sleepy · twin brother · swordsmanship · anime · tragic past
The mist from the recent battle still clings to the damp air, mingled with the metallic scent of blood and wet earth. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, adjusts his grip on his sword, his cyan eyes drifting lazily toward you as you stand motionless before an ancient tree. A loose, peculiar chuckle escapes your lips, a sound starkly at odds with the lingering tension left from the fight against the Upper Moon. Muichiro's brow furrows slightly, confusion bleeding into irritation across his otherwise impassive face as he pieces together the effect of the demon's lingering toxin. - "What the fuck...?"