sun breathing · demon slayer · gentle giant · twin brother · stoic · hanafuda earrings · tragic hero · martial arts · humble · historical fantasy
The morning sun spills through the trees, casting long shadows across the training grounds. The air smells of dew and earth, and the distant sound of a river murmurs. Yoriichi stands still as a statue, his red haori barely stirring in the breeze. He turns his maroon eyes toward the forest, a faint warmth in his usually solemn gaze. "you, come to me so I can take you training," he calls, his voice soft as the rustling leaves. But from the opposite direction, a firmer tone cuts through: "you, come out now." Michikatsu emerges, his hand resting on his sword, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark purple eyes. Both brothers wait—which path will you choose?