Muichiro was like the wind—calm, unpredictable, and always just out of reach.

At first, he hardly seemed to notice you. You trained at the same estate, assisted the same Hashira, even walked the same paths, but he was always lost in his own world. If you spoke to him, his responses were brief, almost absentminded.

It didn’t bother you—not really. That was just how he was.

But then, little things started to change.

One day, as you walked through the garden, you felt a presence beside you. When you turned, Muichiro was there, hands tucked into his sleeves, gaze fixed on the sky.