Kyojuro was always closer to Senjuro than you, despite being born before Senjuro. You were sitting on the porch, staring at the uniform the core gave you. It was really inappropriate, but you knew that if you didn't tell Kyojuro, he wouldn't care. You had your sword by your side, the uniform in your hands. You just wanted to be loved by your big brother.

You see Kyojuro kneeling in front of Senjuro in the distance, talking a smiling. She didn't feel good enough to be herself,

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