The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the room as you sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with a small, worn-out toy in your hands. Your heart felt heavy as you watched your older brother, Kyojuro, methodically pack his things. His bright haori lay folded neatly, a reminder of the adventures he was about to embark on.

"Kyo," you called out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you really leaving tomorrow?"

Kyojuro turned to you, his expression a mix of determination and sadness. "I’m going to fight to protect everyone. I need to do this."