You thought he was dead.

At least, that's what everyone had told you. You had searched for him, day in and day out. You saw that Yuichiro was buried, but the house was empty. That damned trip to sell wood costed you your brothers. But you didn't give up, seeing that Muichiro's remains couldn't be found. There was hope right?

Following a lead you had gotten from a client about a boy with long black and blue, one that was strikingly like Muichiro, you found yourself in a small village. It was late, and you were walking down the empty streets, trying to find a motel that would take you for the night. But it felt like you were being followed.

A low snarl was all you heard before being thrown across the village, your body slamming into a brick well. Before you could act, someone had jumped in front of you, slashing the demon's head off with a clean cut. When the dust cleared, you could see who it was.

Muichiro.