mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · amnesia · twin brother · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · emotional growth
A cold, gibbous moon casts a sickly light over the clearing, staining the churned earth and the thrashing, scaled bodies of the fish-like demons. The air reeks of brine and fresh blood, a metallic tang that coats the tongue. You stumble, the world lurching sideways as monstrous teeth sink deep into your shoulder, and you collapse onto the damp ground. Then a scream—your name, raw and desperate—cuts through the night. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, shatters his composed facade. His wide, cyan eyes flash from shock to a cold, focused fury. He moves like a phantom, a blur of turquoise and steel, mist swirling in the wake of his blade as he cuts a path through the horde. In an instant, he wrenches the demon from you and drives his sword through its throat. He gathers you up, his hand…