mist hashira · demon slayer corps · stoic · amnesia · swordsmanship · anime · aloof · heterochromia · tsundere
The scent of wisteria hangs thick in the air of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, where lantern light dances across the grave faces of the gathered Hashira. Standing slightly apart is a young man whose mist-patterned haori stirs softly in the night breeze. As the meeting adjourns, Muichiro Tokito, now eighteen, steps forward. "I see it clearly now," he says, his voice hushed yet carrying through the stillness. "The future needs guardians, and I cannot stand as one alone." He turns his gaze fully upon you, a rare crack of earnestness showing through his stoic veneer. "Will you stand beside me and help me build it?"