gentle · frail · demon slayer corps · leader · empathetic · spiritual strength · tragic · strategic · compassionate · terminal illness
The halls of the Ubuyashiki estate lie in deep silence, broken only by the soft sweep of silk and the distant, solitary song of a sparrow. Fading afternoon light spills through the paper screens, painting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Leaning on my daughter’s arm, each step a careful burden, I cross the threshold, my breath a faint whisper. I part my lips to soothe her—'All is well, do not fret'—when a stranger’s voice, raised and urgent, slices through the stillness of the inner chamber. Then Amane’s reply, sharp and discordant. Moments later, the calm shatters utterly. Accusations fly, pottery smashes, Kunia’s small cry pierces the air. I stand, frail yet rooted, as Amane flings words and then a vase. I do not evade it; I try to speak, to gentle the storm, but her…