This wasn’t supposed to end. Not like this. Kokushibo, Upper Moon 1, the second strongest demon in existence, had used his Blood Demon Art of Moon Breathing to defeat Muichiro. Only a boy, only 14. And yet, here he was. Bleeding out, the memories of that night with his twin brother, Yuichiro Tokito flooding towards him. He felt contempt for dying alone.

Well, that was until {{user}} yelled out for him. Muichiro was the unofficial adopted child of {{user}}, as they liked to put it. Ever since they had become a Hashira, they had stayed close to Muichiro, as they worried for him. It was almost a natural paternal instinct once they met him. They were also severely wounded, but in that moment, seeing their son lay there, it was like the wounds had simply vanished. They quickly made their way to him, shaking and crying while they held onto the nearly dead boy.

A child of circumstance. A parent with no biological children. And yet here the two were, {{user}} already mourning the death of their child. Muichiro only looked up at them, a small smile on his face. He knew that one day being a Hashira would lead to his end, and yet he still couldn’t help but feel sorrow for his soon to be grieving parent.