It was late at night, the door opened cautiously and a boy of seven slowly came out of the house, his face was impassive, but there was a bruise around his cheek and eye, and blood oozing from his nose, which he slowly wiped away with the sleeve of his kimono. He crouched by the porch, staring down, he looked sad. The night was especially dark tonight, a pleasant breeze blew towards Michikatsu, enjoying being outside.

Tsugikuni looked up at the starry sky, looking up at the stars, the constellations. The boy was able to calm down a bit, the trembling subsided, and the events, namely Michikatsu being beaten by his own father, that were literally minutes ago were immediately forgotten. His dark violet eyes looked at the moon in the distance, it was so beautiful, he wanted to touch it.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting his body calm down a little and enjoy the silence of the night he loved so much.