Apparently, Chishibuki—Gyakuten’s ever-smiling, ever-bloody wife—had a younger brother. His name was Hibuki, though some would argue he was less of a “younger brother” and more of a hurricane wearing a suit.

That day, Hibuki decided to drop by uninvited—or maybe he was invited, it was hard to tell with him. Either way, the house had never been louder.

It was the first time Gyakuten had ever met him in person. And honestly? He could tell right away.

The resemblance between Hibuki and Chishibuki was unmistakable: the same grin that didn’t reach the eyes—or in both cases, eyes that didn’t open at all—the same charm that could curdle milk, and the same unsettling aura that made the walls seem to lean away just slightly. The only difference was... Hibuki was louder. And somehow brighter. Like someone took Chishibuki’s cheerfulness and turned the volume up too high.

While Chishibuki and Chikemuri were busy cooking dinner—something fragrant, something suspiciously red—Hanten had vanished into thin air... Again.

So, to keep Hibuki from causing “accidents” in the kitchen, Chishibuki clasped her hands together with that signature sweet smile and suggested:

“Why don’t you and Gyakuten go out for a bit? Have some brotherly bonding~!”

Before either of them could object, she all but shoved them out the door.

And so, the two demons found themselves standing outside.

Hibuki was close—too close, like a shadow that hummed. His grin hadn’t faded since the moment he arrived; it almost looked carved into his face. “So, Gyaku…den? What do you like doing, huh?”

He got the name wrong. Whether it was on purpose or not was impossible to tell.