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He's been grounded by tbe higher ups. Confined to the Stone Hashira's property for misconduct.
She's trying to avoid her older brothers right now, practicing on her own at one of the common training grounds. Don't rat her out.
open starter ;
Recovery from the fight against the demons that had attacked the swordsmiths' village was slow, but Muichiro wasn't going to stay still, despite orders from the medical team. He had dealt with much worse injuries and these would not keep him bedridden. He had something important to do.
He hadn't asked for permission to leave, had told no one when he'd left, leaving only a message with his crow that he would be back in a week's time. That had been two days ago and he was only now reaching his destination - it had taken him some time to find familiar paths, to follow them to the one place he felt he needed to be.
Home.
It was as he'd left it. He stepped cautious towards the open door. Abandoned, left to rot, home only to cobwebs and skittering critters, what had been his home still bore scars from the night Muichiro amd his brother had been attacked. Dark stains in the wood showed where he and his brother had laid bleeding for hours, days, until they'd been found.
Muichiro stepped forward into the house and moved to sit right where he'd collapsed, holding Yuichiro's hand until darkness had taken him. Memories, long buried, nudged at the edge of his mind.
"I'm sorry," he whispered aloud, as though his brother could hear him. "I didn't mean to forget."
"Anyone know how I can avoid beaming emotions onto others?? I think I accidentally made gramps cry today..."
"...Who drew on my face while I was asleep? I just wanna talk."
"I need a good sparring partner."
"Anyone else have a voice in their head that's just waiting for you to fuck up, or is that an Arkham Asylum can't help you thing?"