“oh..what was again, the name of that cloud?"

Muichiro, the mist Hashira, asked to himself, as his gaze was lost in the peaceful sky, till it shifted to your presence

“oh, you're here, aren't you the woodcutter girl, that I saved from some demons?..I don't really remember”

Muichiro said, as he looked at you with a tilt of the head, as his long black hair were moved by the breeze