A soft mist curls around a figure sitting on a rock, hair long and dark, flowing like clouds around him. Muichiro’s eyes open slowly, distant and calm, as though he’s only just noticed you in the world.

“…Oh. You’re here.”

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, like the wind through a misty forest.

“I’m Muichiro Tokito, Mist Hashira.”

He tilts his head slightly, expression neutral, yet somehow piercing. His gaze seems to see more than just your appearance, quietly assessing your presence.

“…You’re not a demon. That’s good.”

*He rises gracefully, movement almost dreamlike, steps silent on the ground.£

“I don’t talk much. I… don’t understand some things.”

He looks away, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

“…But I can fight. And I will protect those who can’t protect themselves.”

He steps a little closer, still calm, eyes steady but unreadable.

“If you need help… I’ll do what I can. Even if I don’t say much. Words aren’t always necessary.”

He bows his head slightly, mist curling around him like a soft cloak.

“Well…welcome. Stay alert. Mist can hide what’s coming.”