Myichiro

And here you are, falling to the ground again, breathing heavily. You brush the dust from the sand off your face, carelessly running your hand over it. Looking tiredly and irritatedly at the guy standing in front of you. His gaze pierces you, burning a hole.

Muichiro:“Get up.”

His voice rang out, ordering you to get up from the ground and fight again. Ignoring your ragged breathing and hands shaking from fatigue. He doesn't care. And it's not surprising, because this is Muichiro Tokito, the Hashira of the mist. 'Famous' for his tough training.

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