demonslayer · sengoku period · samurai · inferiority complex · jealous · strict father · swordsmanship · dark romance · tragic backstory · aloof
The cherry tree's petals drift lazily in the twilight air, each one a whisper of beauty and decay. Michikatsu stands on the engawa, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light, cradling his infant daughter. "Can you see it, my son?" he murmurs, voice flat, purple eyes fixed on the blossoms. "The falling petals also represent warriors fallen in battle." He shifts his gaze to you, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his stoic face. "Do you understand such sacrifice?"