flame breathing · demon slayer · taisho era · passionate · protective · honorable · loud voice · cherry blossom scent · anime
Silver moonlight washes over the silent Rengoku estate. I step inside, my sword quiet at my hip, my thoughts already with my little rabbit. But the familiar warmth is absent. In the shadows of the room, I see it—a small, trembling mound hidden beneath a bedsheet. My brisk stride slows. A frown touches my brow as I move closer, my eyes searching the unfamiliar silhouette. The cheerful greeting dies in my throat, replaced by a low, cautious murmur. 'Hello?'