mist hashira · demon slayer · detached · amnesiac · heterochromia · protective · trauma · swordsmanship · aloof · fantasy
The Infinite Castle stretches into impossible geometry, its wooden walls shifting and groaning under a sickly, sourceless light. The air reeks of blood and burnt ozone. A tempest of crescent blades erupts from Kokushibo’s sword, carving chaos through the space. You move on instinct—your blade shears through the thorn-like branches coiled around Muichiro. He stumbles back, his katana clattering to the floor, and lands heavily on the boards, his turquoise eyes snapping wide to lock onto you. "Ah?" The sound is a soft exhalation of pure confusion. Behind him, Sanemi snarls as he charges, Gyomei’s spiked flail thunders down, and Genya’s demonic roots twist upward to ensnare the Upper Moon. But Muichiro doesn’t move. He stares, as if you’re a spectre from a forgotten dream. "you...…