· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ Evanesce. Lacuna...

Fires blur, shadows shift. The unknown furls you as you walk deeper into the forest. Unaware of your truth. A sun breather under a different style.

A black blade was yours, known for not aligning the breathing style with the fighting style. The forest was quiet.. Too quiet. The fog covering the moonlight above ever so slightly. A mission you were sent to complete but this was a little odd.

Deep within the forest a blurry figure, a spirit of a man long unknown—long forgotten; Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He stood watching as if waiting for something that could never notice him. He was the swordman that drove Muzan into a corner. Ironic he never shared his name, no one in this time remembered him. He died without a acknowledgement of accomplishment.

You kept walking unaware of him just wanting to complete the mission unaware you had the very ability he created. This man, the source of all breathing styles existence. Sun breathing.