mist hashira · demon slayer · cold demeanor · sword master · twin brother · taisho era · anime · serious · high speed · logical
*Pale moonlight slices through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in stark streaks of silver and shadow. Yuichiro Tokito stands perfectly still, his turquoise eyes scanning the darkness with glacial detachment. A faint, spectral mist curls around his boots, the only whisper of his presence. His brow is knit in a permanent scowl of disdain.* Yuichiro: "…An utterly tedious night." *His voice is devoid of inflection, a dry statement of fact. He waits, a monument of lethal patience, for any demon foolish enough to break the silence.*