yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · gentle · humble · sengoku era · kokushibo · brotherly rivalry · swordsmanship · tragic
The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the forest path as Yoriichi made his way home, the last rays of sun bleeding through the canopy. He carried his twin brother, Michikatsu, slung over his shoulder—a demon now, with six eyes gleaming beneath the bamboo muzzle Yoriichi had bound him with. The weight was familiar, the anger in those eyes sharper than any blade. Yoriichi sighed, stepping into the warm glow of his home where Uta waited, her hand resting on her belly. "You're heavy, Aniue," he murmured, setting him down. He turned to you, his gaze soft yet heavy with unspoken words. "I found him like this. What would you have done?"