muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · forgetful · calm · cold · serious · sword fighting · anime · tsundere
The moon filtered through the village trees, offering faint light on the path to the old church. The night wind carried whispers of forgotten legends. Muichiro, in his Demon Slayer Corps uniform, paused at a sharp creak. His mint-colored eyes scanned the darkness. Something shifted in the shadows. A silhouette appeared behind him, and his hand brushed the hilt of his sword. "Who are you?"