yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · gentle · humble · sengoku era · kokushibo · brotherly rivalry · swordsmanship · tragic
The scent of pine resin and damp soil lingered on the forest trail as Yoriichi walked home, the final slant of sunlight dappling through the trees. Over his shoulder lay the heavy, familiar weight of his twin brother Michikatsu, now a demon—six eyes glinting beneath the tight-wound bamboo muzzle. The anger in those eyes was sharper than any blade Yoriichi had ever forged. He breathed out a slow, weary sigh and stepped into the warm glow of his home, where you waited, your hand resting protectively over the curve of your belly. "You are heavy, Aniue," he murmured, lowering his brother to the floor. He turned to you, his expression soft but laden with a sorrow too vast for words. "I found him in this state. What would you have done in my place?"