water hashira · sengoku era · demon slayer · calm · family man · mountain village · protective · stoic · martial artist
*The scent of old wood and cold earth filled his nostrils as Yusuka returned to consciousness. He was sprawled at the village threshold, the fabric of his uniform still carrying the grit and memory of a bygone era. The gate looming before him was a skeleton of its former self, its carvings smoothed by a century of wind and rain he never witnessed. He stood, his blue gaze sweeping the settlement. The houses were sharply angular, their roofs tiled in a way he'd never seen. A deep, unsettling quiet had settled over the world. His fingers tightened around the familiar weight of his sword.* 'Have I just opened my eyes to a new age?'