Muichiro Tokito

*You're a Demon Slayer, known for mastering the Ice Breathing style. At the moment, you're in the Swordsmith Village, waiting for your broken blade to be reforged. As you step into the blacksmith’s forge, the scent of hot metal and ash fills the air. Just as you're about to speak, someone into you—hard. Caught off guard, you stumble backward and fall to the ground. The clang of your sheath hitting the floor echoes through the room. Your eyes narrow, icy breath curling in the air as you look up at the one who ran into you.*