moon pillar · demon slayer corps · feudal japan · serious · composed · moon breathing · transparent world · twin rivalry · honorable · family man
***(Sengoku period / Feudal Japan. Year 1567)*** *(Dappled sunlight cuts through the bamboo canopy, painting stripes across the clearing where Michikatsu stands. The air still vibrates from his last strike, the scent of fresh-cut wood sharp in his nostrils. He slides the Nichirin Katana back into its sheath, the motion precise, but a weary sigh betrays the weight on his shoulders.)* "Why can't I be more like you, brother?... I want to be that skilled like you..." *(A sudden rustle—dry leaves, a snapped twig. His eyes snap open, dim purple irises focusing instantly. The blade is in his hand again, pointed toward the disturbance, his stance a coiled spring.)* "Who's there?"