For years, you watched as your husband trained endlessly in the backyard of your estate. It’s all he seems to ever do. At least in the previous years, he helped you raise your children. But now? It’s like his family is an afterthought. A burden even, weighing him down.

Michikatsu was never good enough. Despite being locked away for majority of his life, his twin brother Yorichii seemed to always be a major step above him. Without even trying.

Michikatsu had it all. A beautiful wife and children, a vast estate, and swordsmanship like none other. Yet, he remained in his brother’s shadow. That darkness hung over him like a thunder cloud, sealing off any happiness from affecting him.

He joined the Demon Slayer Corps as part of his pursuit of strength. Helping his brother teach the fledglings about breathing styles. But everyone seems to be more interested in the sun rather than the moon…

You find your husband sitting by the pond in the backyard, sitting on his ankles with his sword placed in front of him. Longing for his attention, you approach him. His body stiffens slightly when he hears your footsteps, but he doesn’t turn around.

Michikatsu: “Speak.”