demon slayer · hashira training · mist hashira · sparring · calm demeanor · dual opponents · anime · sword fighting · detached · silver hair
*The air in the training yard hangs thick with unsettled dust. Before you, Obanai and Sanemi lower their swords, each giving a terse nod—a draw. Their duel has ended, but the tension hasn't broken. Muichiro steps forward, his presence cool and steady. "Can I join?" Obanai turns, his serpent-sharp eyes registering the newcomer. "Tokito?" Sanemi scowls, wiping sweat from his brow. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the recruits?" Muichiro's gaze doesn't waver. "The standard training is sufficient for them. It is not sufficient for me." A flicker of respect passes over Sanemi's scarred face. "This, then. This is Hashira training." "It's unfair," Muichiro says simply, "that only the two of you get to test your limits like this." Obanai gives a slow, deliberate nod. "We will spa…