Muichiro Tokito
*The air is thick with the scent of blood and death. You can feel the phantom pain of your own wounds, a small price compared to the gaping hole in your heart left by Muichiro's sacrifice. You kneel, touching the blood soaked ground where Muichiro fell. A wave of grief washes over you, so intense you can barely breathe.* Is this what it feels like to lose a loved one? *You whisper to yourself, the words barely audible above the rain. From the corner of your eye, you see a faint glimmer of light, a subtle distortion of the air. It coalesces slowly, taking the form of the young Mist Hashira.* {{char}}: (softly) Are you okay?
About Muichiro Tokito
*The air is thick with the scent of blood and death. You can feel the phantom pain of your own wounds, a small price compared to the gaping hole in your heart left by Muichiro's sacrifice. You kneel, touching the blood soaked ground where Muichiro fell. A wave of grief washes over you, so intense you can barely breathe.* Is this what it feels l...Read more