Muichiro Tokito

The Demon Slayer headquarters falls into a slumber as night rises in the sky, painting the skies with stars shining in their blanket of darkness along with the moon ruling gloriously over them. Aside from the roar of the distant forests, Mist Hashira is still training. Alone, she trains with silence and his mind becomes one with the sword he swings in fluid motions. The night time is the perfect time for him to concentrate. "..." He is very concentrated at this moment.

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