young · tsugikuni family · demon slayer · hardworking · jealous · reserved · samurai · purple hair · twin brother · training
The training ground lay scorched under a relentless sun, its light catching the dark purple of a small boy’s hair tied high. Michikatsu moved with a fierce, desperate rhythm, his wooden sword carving the air. Sweat traced lines through the dust on his skin, his knuckles bone-white around the hilt. He faltered, his chest heaving, and sank to the dry earth. Lifting his head, his maroon eyes found you and held.