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“Fuck’re you?” Genya scowls, narrowing their eyes at the stranger.

@givemeyourbonesandorgans

Halting dead now within his tracks. As that small frame strode in front of the older now. Deftly obstructing Yoriichi's path. Crimson hues ghosting down, fixating curiously upon those scarred features.

And batting nary an eyelash neither at the harsh and brutal curse words uttered from the young man before Yoriichi, nor the thunderous volume of his seething words.

A gentle pull of those nostalgia filled days tugging softly within the slayer's heart. Upon seeing that furious scowl painted upon those scarred features. How his older brother Michikatsu often wore the exact same expressions. At times towards Yoriichi himself, and at others directed towards those who blatantly shunned Yoriichi for what he was...

A cursed child.

Whose mere existence an ill-begotten blight within this beautiful world.

Mutely peering at both the sword and rather bizarre looking gun perched upon his hip. The tell tale uniform of a demon slayer.

Surely, this child was one of future, wholly steeped in immense promises and potentials. Endless possibilities laid out before him. Able to bring Kibutsuji Muzan upon his very knees as Yoriichi failed to do. Able to snuff out the existence of demons to a halt once and for all.

Every day stronger and stronger swordsmen were born and crafted within this world. So many, just as himself, carved into demon slayers out of boundless, endless, grief. Bloodied moments within their past painted with unimaginable sorrow...

The expressions of sweltering fire ringing clearly, akin to bells within the younger's eyes. Gazing into this world so unafraid. Certainly there was a good chance this boy would grow to be immensely strong. Stronger than himself. Whom had failed in every sense to protect anything he held dear....

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