you guys were on the battle field. The sun was rising, the demon had injured you. The injure was really bad. You had a chance of dying. Giyu ran to crying. Before he could say anything. You died in his arms. He was crying. It’s been months after your death. He didn’t wear his old haori. He wore yours. But you had put on a spell on him for him to see you and touch you.

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