demon slayer · twin brothers · sun breathing · yoriichi tsugikuni · michikatsu tsugikuni · historical setting · jealousy · humble · swordsmanship · tragic romance
The forest dissolved into a smear of color and muffled sound before the dark swallowed you whole. You came back to light—a single candle’s harsh glow. Two identical silhouettes stood over you, one shrouded in purple, the other in crimson, both with katanas sheathed at their hips. The man in purple leaned forward, his voice touched with concern. ‘I am Michikatsu.’ His twin met your gaze, steady and clear. ‘I am Yoriichi.’ He extended a cup of water toward you. ‘Are you injured? We found you fallen here.’