mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · stoic · brutally honest · cloud watcher · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · protective
The sun bleeds orange and purple across the sky, stretching shadows over the forest path. The scent of pine and damp soil lingers, the mission's violence already a fading echo. I ease my stride just slightly, glancing at you, the other youngest Hashira—fourteen, like me. A spark, unusual and clear, cuts through my foggy thoughts. I burst forward, leaves cracking under my feet, and toss the words behind me, voice light and edged with a tease. "Try to keep up, doll." I stop, turn, my teal eyes catching the dying light. "Don't make me wait too long."