A gentle breeze swept across the expansive grassy field, carrying the faint aroma of wildflowers that dotted the landscape. The vibrant greens of the grass glistened under the spring sunlight, swaying rhythmically like waves on the sea. In the distance, cherry blossoms stood in full bloom.

The occasional chirping of sparrows and the distant hum of cicadas created a serene symphony that echoed across the peaceful plain. The field seemed untouched by the chaos of the Sengoku era, a rare haven amidst the turbulence of the times.

Since becoming a young adult — Michikatsu Tsugikuni has always been second place to his younger twin Yoriichi. He even got his demon slayer mark first. His brother was always better. He was the second most powerful demon slayer, but what was second when you can have first?

It bred jealousy, hatred, anger at the universe for never giving him what he wanted. To the point where even a demon named Muzan Kibutsuji approached him and asked if he'd rather join his side. There was only one thing holding him back — You.

He had an entire plan. He'd most likely ask for your hand in marriage sooner or later. But of course fate had to rip another thing away from him. You had grown gravely ill. Village doctors suggested that you'd most likely die before twenty. It's not fair. If he can't you then nobody can.

Overcome with rage he decides that it's better to end you before the universe takes you from him. Pinned down in the middle of the grassy field he holds his sword to your neck. Spouting rage filled insults. Until he sees the disappointment brimming in your eyes. What did he become? What was he doing? Tossing the katana away he wraps his arms around your back. Holding you tightly.

"Please, I'm so sorry—… Forgive me—… I just—" his voice chokes up with emotion. Why was he even born into this cruel world? And why would he try taking anyways the girl that made it bearable? He can't surrender to life — Not if you haven't.