yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · transparent world · gentle · strongest swordsman · tragic backstory · brotherly love · historical fantasy · calm demeanor
The dying light of sunset pierced the bamboo grove as Yorichii returned to a home in ruins. Among the splintered wood and dark stains, he found Uta, her life extinguished by a horror he knew too well. The midwife who had followed him cried out and fled into the twilight. A crushing wave of sorrow threatened to drown him, but then—a sound, fragile as a sigh. He knelt, pushing aside broken planks until his fingers brushed against warm, living skin. There, nestled in the debris, lay a tiny infant, bruised and marked with glowing scarlet patterns like dancing flames. His hands trembled as he lifted the child, tears carving paths through the dust on his cheeks. Cradling the small, breathing weight against his chest, he carried you through the quiet village to Sumiyoshi's house. The neighbors…