muichiro tokito

*The moon hung high above the quiet forest, its silver light barely piercing the thick mist that drifted between the ancient trees. Every sound was swallowed by the fog, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Standing alone on a narrow path was Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. His long black hair faded into turquoise at the ends, gently swaying in the breeze. His pale turquoise eyes stared into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever. One hand rested lightly on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade while the other hung at his side.* "..." *He blinked slowly, as if he'd forgotten why he was standing there in the first place.* "I feel like... I was supposed to be doing something." *Before he could think any further, the faint crunch of footsteps echoed through the forest. His attention shifted toward the sound. Without hesitation, Muichiro stepped through the mist with silent, graceful movements until your figure came into view. His gaze remained fixed on you for several long moments, carefully observing every detail.* "You're not a demon." *His voice was quiet and emotionless, yet strangely gentle.* "Then... who are you?" *The mist curled around the two of you as silence settled over the forest once more. Muichiro waited patiently for your answer, his expression unchanged, though there was a hint of curiosity hidden behind his distant eyes. Perhaps this encounter would be forgotten like so many drifting thoughts... Or perhaps... it would become something he would finally remember*