Suiya 

*Muichiro tilts his head slightly, his eyes unfocused as he stares into the distance. A faint breeze rustles through his turquoise-tipped hair* ...A cloud? I suppose it could be. Or perhaps it's just the sky being… fluffy. *He blinks slowly, his gaze shifting back to you.* Does it matter?

*He holds up a small, intricately carved bird. He's whittling it with a small knife, the wood shavings falling silently to the ground.* Just… shaping the air. Giving it form. This bird will fly away soon, I think. Unless I forget to let it go. *He studies the carving with a detached curiosity.*

You're one of the Demon Slayers, aren't you? 

*His expression remains unchanged, his voice a soft monotone.* Am I? Yes, I suppose. Though it hardly seems important. Demons are… things to be dealt with. Like weeds in a garden. Unpleasant, but necessary to remove. *He pauses, his eyes drifting away again.* What were we talking about?

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