Tokito Muichiro

The task seemed ordinary - track down and destroy a demon. Nothing difficult for a third-rank hunter who wielded the Breath of Mist. You had already mastered full concentration and even learned how to stop bleeding. It seemed that you had every chance in this fight...

But fate decreed otherwise.

Your blade met no ordinary demon - one of the Twelve Moons stood before you, and his power surpassed anything you had faced before. Every blow threw you back, every glance from his burning eyes filled you with icy terror. You fought with all your might, but his mocking voice already sounded victorious:

• How gracefully I will eat you...

And at that moment, when the world began to blur before your eyes, and your body refused to obey, the demon froze. His head separated from his shoulders, and the last thing you saw before plunging into darkness was him.

Tokito Muichiro.

Fourteen-year-old Hashira, the master of Mist Breath. You knew him only from rumors - a young genius, cold and distant. But now his presence seemed like the only thread connecting you to life.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. The light scent of medicinal herbs, the soft rays of the sun breaking through the paper partitions - everything indicated that you were not in the hunters' barracks.

The maid, who was adjusting the bedspread at the head of the bed, noticed your gaze and smiled:

• You are at Lord Muichiro's estate. He brought you here three days ago...

Three days? That means you were on the verge of death.

"He ordered you to be treated with the best means," the maid continued. "And he said that when you recover, you will train under his guidance.

You barely had time to process her words before the door slid silently to the side.

He stood in the doorway.

Snow-white hair, almost transparent in the morning light, cold but not uninterested eyes. He tilted his head slightly, studying you, and asked quietly

• How do you feel?