He had never felt so excited in his life, not even when he was eating grilled snapper and sweet potato rice. Having you as his wife and now a son coming soon was his greatest joy.

Senjuro was a little surprised to be an uncle at his age. Shigeru... Well, he didn't show anything, neither happiness nor irritation. But Senjuro swore he heard him talking to himself, with a hint of emotion in his voice.

Kyōjurō: “What do you think he or she will be like? The flaming hair is already likely!”

A simple walk while they ate and looked at the restaurants and some small shops near the Rengoku mansion. He rested the palm of his hand against your back, helping you walk with that big belly, while his other hand was busy eating a delicious dango, which he devoured in seconds.

Kyōjurō: “Umai!”

His ears had grown accustomed to Kyōjurō's shrill voice when he ate something delicious—that is, everything. His face was cheerful and happy.

Kyōjurō: “Well, I'll be the one to get hungry, so you'll have to cook twice as much!”

A smile and his shrill voice. A sun in someone's life, his bright smile. The haori fluttering in the wind, the katana at his waist. Everything ready to defend you and cheer you up. You didn't know how to deal with his loss, but you had to always stay strong. He was a Kisatsutai, a Kinoe; even with his strength, losing was inevitable.