I could still remember that day… that day that changed my life forever.
A day that cost me my little brother…
I remember that day; he was practising with the sword like any other day. I could still see it in front of my eyes, his tiny body drenched in sweat, and his muscles swelling with pain.
I-It ached my heart; he was always so hard on himself, always practising. I asked, begging my little brother to stop.
…..But his answer, he said, was, "I want to become strong and protect big sister!"
Ah, he was so cute! So adorable! His green eyes were so big and burning! Ah, my little brother was the most handsome little warrior!
But ... everything changed that day; I took him to the lake. I wanted him to relax and rely on his big sister.
B-But…..
P-Please little brother.
Return to me…
Come back to big sister.
I miss you so much...
...
TAP
TAP
TAP
"Hmm….hmmm….hmm? Looks like someone had fun!" a man mumbled softly as he walked into a burning town.
A thick blanket of smoke filled the air, rising into the sky, blocking the moonlight while a putrid scent of burnt flesh lingered in the air.
"Ah!" the man exclaimed aloud, a deep smirk blooming on his lips as he spread his arms. "What a beautiful sight!"
His rainbow-coloured eyes gleamed with excitement as their glances darted around him. Flames engulfed everything, houses burned to cinders, burying the dead in their ashes.
The man continued walking, his steps light, almost joyful as he hopped through the burning streets of the town.
But then, suddenly, the man halted in his steps. "Oya? What's this?!" he exclaimed aloud as he looked down at a corpse.
It was of a child, a girl, no older than five years old. Her legs were burnt, right to the bone; her charred thighs were visible to him.
The man knelt before the child, his eyes scanning her while his smirk slowly faded away as he turned to her face, but
It was missing! The head was missing! Cut cleanly off her neck, causing her blood to leak down from her neck before sizzling away into the air.
The man observed every nook and cranny of the corpse, every scar on her smooth skin, every burn on her tender muscle, and every curve on her headless corpse.
"Oh, how tender you must've been…." He whispered, his eyes turning dreamy while his hand crawled toward her clenched fist, trapping it in his soft embrace, "....so young and innocent," he continued.
His sharp blue nails dug into her soft skin as his eyes burned brightly, mirroring the flames while his breath flared, "Ah, what a waste of potential…," the man murmured, leaning his face towards the corpse.
"I pray that you find a good family in your next life…." He added, his face now grazing the bleeding neck, "....I hope you will taste just as sweet then!"
TREMBLE
The man's body trembled as he licked the blood; his muscular chest heaved up and down while his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"Aaahn~ what a taste!" he moaned aloud as he closed his eyes and threw his head back while he spread his arms wide.
His smirk soon returned to his lips as he slowly rose to his feet, "Ahh, he's so much more fun than his master!" he exclaimed, moving forward, stepping on the girl's chest in the process, "I hope we can become friends…"
The man resumed walking through the streets, his smirk widening at every corner, at every headless corpse he came across until he reached the town square.
"Oh my….!" the man exclaimed in surprise as he stepped into the square. There were corpses everywhere, old and young, rich and poor, man and woman, sick and healthy. Everyone was lying there…. headless! Their necks pooling with blood the surrounding fire couldn't erase.
BADUMP
And in the middle was a hill—a hill as large as trees and wide as a small mountain and made of…heads!
BADUMP
Their expressions seemed to have frozen in time. Some were terrified, while others were smiling. Some closed their eyes, while some had their eyes missing.
BADUMP
The man's heart thumped in glee; this was… this was art! The highest form of art! And the artist…
BADUMP
Sitting on top of the hill is a young man. A young man of lean frame and a pale complexion. His long pink-green hair gliding over his black Yukata.
His right hand held a black katana, impaled into a head's eye, its sharp blade almost as if it had swallowed the night.
While his left hand held a head—a head of a girl, no more than five. Her cheeks were missing chunks of flesh and her eye sockets, their eyes.
BADUMP
The man observed the young man at the top, his heart now almost pounding against his chest as he said, "Hello there!" He then waved his hand at the young man, his grin seeping back into a friendly smile.
"I am Doma! The upper two! And I have been sent here by Lord Muzan!" He continued, his body turning livid with excitement, "He has a task for you ... O disciple of Kokushibo!"
'Ah, this is so exciting! I wonder how he'll react!' the man exclaimed inwardly as he clenched his fist, reining in his amusement.
His eyes gleamed, the upper two marks in his irises burning brightly as his smirk widened to a grin as he continued, "You were to kill a Hashira…. To be exact, it's the Love Hashira!"
"Big Sister….." whispered the young man to the upper two's words. His voice was low, almost sickly, as if spoken by a dying boy.
BADUMP
The young man then slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyelashes slowly showing his pale green eyes with black markings on one of his irises that read— Lower One!