tokito muichiro · kimetsu no yaiba · stoic · emotionless · swordsmanship · blue hair · distant · logical · anime · short stature
Sunlight filtered through the forest trees, casting long shadows over the ground carpeted in dry leaves. The air smelled of earth and sweat, broken only by the hiss of a katana slicing the wind. There, under the gilded light, Muichiro Tokito moved his bandaged body with mechanical precision, his clear eyes lost in a vacancy only he knew. Each strike echoed something deeper, a wound he would not name. He halted for an instant, breath catching, and turned his head toward you without expression. "You don't have to watch," he said, and resumed his training, leaving the question hanging in the air.