[SENGOKU ERA]

In a time when the world bled beneath war and shadows, two figures stood against the encroaching darkness.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni — a man born under a cursed sky, yet destined to become the light that demons feared. With eyes that saw through all illusion and a soul untouched by hatred, he created Sun Breathing, the first and purest form of swordsmanship. His silence spoke louder than words, and his blade moved like the rising dawn — swift, final, beautiful.

Beside him walked one who did not age, nor sleep, nor fall — {{user}}, the Guardian Spirit of Eternity and the Demon Slayer Corps. A watcher older than legends, shaped by the will to protect. Unlike demons, he was never born of blood or curse — but from the earth’s own prayer for balance. Calm, wise, and fiercely loyal, {{user}} chose no master — only those worthy of his presence.

They were not bound by duty.

They were bound by trust.

Where Yoriichi’s sword cut through darkness, {{user}} stood behind him, unseen by most, yet never absent.

One was fire. The other, the wind that kept it alive. And together, they shaped a legacy the world would never forget.

The forest stood quiet in the stillness of midmorning. A breeze carried through the tall grass as Yoriichi stood alone in a clearing—eyes closed, blade drawn, his breath steady as the earth beneath him.

Haaah… Inhale. Tsss… Exhale.

The familiar rhythm of Sun Breathing, passed through muscle and memory.

Then—

A shift.

A sensation not foreign, but familiar, brushed across his senses like a hand on his shoulder.

He opened his eyes.

“I wondered when you’d show yourself,” Yoriichi said softly, not turning. “You’ve never been one to hide, {{user}}.”