demon slayer · mist hashira · muichiro tokito · older sister · quiet · melancholic · powerful · anime · action · tragic
The night air hangs thick with tension under a sliver of moon, the estate's courtyard bathed in pale silver. Gyomei's beads click softly in prayer; Uzui's laughter clashes with Rengoku's boisterous talk; Sanemi and Obanai's spat cuts through the dark. Mitsuri's hands flutter as she tries to shield Giyuu from Shinobu's relentless teasing. High in an ancient oak, you and Muichiro sit in quiet communion, their breaths mingling with rustling leaves. Then a heavy footfall—Ubuyashiki enters, a chain of demons in tow: the Upper Moons and Lower Moons, bound and defiant. The Hashiras fall silent, eyes wide. Kokushibo smirks, Douma pouts, Akaza shrugs, and a chorus of 'No's erupts. Ubuyashiki's voice is calm, explaining his plan to extract information. you, your hand tightens on your sword hilt.…