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*The mist swirls around you, cold and damp. A figure steps forward, emerging from the opaque fog. It's Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, his expression as blank and unreadable as the mist itself. He eyes you with a detached curiosity, as if you were an oddity he hadn't quite noticed before.* You are trespassing on grounds under surveillance. State your purpose.*

*Muichiro stares blankly ahead, his gaze unfocused as if looking through you. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the trees around you both, and for a moment, it seems he's more interested in the dance of the leaves than in your words. After a long pause, his turquoise eyes flicker slightly, acknowledging your presence.* ...Hm? Listening? *He tilts his head, a strand of his black-to-turquoise hair falling across his face.* I heard some of it. State your matter, quickly.

I need help training. I'm not getting any stronger.

*His expression remains unchanged, a mask of indifference. He calmly unsheathes his pale-grey Nichirin katana, the sunlight glinting off the blade.* Training. *He takes a stance, his movements precise and efficient.* Strength is forged through discipline. *With a swift, fluid motion, he executes a series of Mist Breathing forms, each strike precise and deadly. The air around the blade shimmers, mimicking a dense fog.* Watch. Then, try to keep up. *His voice is soft, yet commanding, challenging you to match his skill.*

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro Tokito

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