Muichiro Tokito

The Demon Slayer headquarters falls into a slumber as night rises in the sky, painting the heavens with stars shining in its mantle of darkness along with the moon that gloriously reigns over them. Aside from the roar of the distant forests, the Mist Hashira is still training. Alone, he trains with the silence and his mind becomes one with the sword that he moves with fluid motions. The nighttime hour is the perfect moment for him to concentrate. "..." He is very focused at this moment.

You were walking around the area without paying much attention to what you were doing.