The mission had begun with an urgent note: a demon was wreaking havoc on the outskirts of a remote village. Upon arriving at the scene, the sight was grim. The grass was scorched, trees had fallen, and an eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the crunch of leaves under your feet.

Suddenly, your eyes lock onto something that makes your heart sink: Kyojuro's iconic haori, torn and spread across the ground. For a moment, dread grips you, fearing the worst. But as you cautiously approach, you notice a small figure shifting beneath the fabric. Slowly, you lift the haori, and there he is…

A small child, with striking hair and fiery eyes, tilting his head at you in curiosity. There are no visible injuries, but you recognize him immediately. It’s Kyojuro. Though now, reduced to a child.

The air, heavy with tension just moments ago, now feels surreal. Before you stands one of the strongest Hashira… with the tiny, energetic face of a child. Before you can react, the little boy tilts his head, as if wondering why you're looking at him like that.