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chapter 16

A/N: this chapter may contain spoilers for muichiro's canonical backstory. if you've kept up with the anime and/or manga, you'll be fine lmao

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I remember that day. I wish I could forget it, though.

My family used to live in a more suburban area, to become woodcutters. My parents preferred it over the cities. So, my brother and I just went along with it. Yuichiro loved it, even. I didn't though. I thought it was stupid.

Everything was fine until the day when my mother grew ill. My father decided to take her to a hospital in the city, and since the drive was expected to be long, they left me in Yuichiro's care.

At that time, I was far too weak to care for myself.

I was constantly telling Yuichiro how exciting it would be to live in the city, all the hobbies we could take up, stuff like that. He just ignored me, telling me that life in the countryside was better. Still, I persisted.

Yuichiro was chopping radish that day when I went on my rant.

A loud slam was all I heard, before a circular piece fell to the floor. "Gosh, do you ever stop talking about those damned cities?! It's full of rich snobby brats that have no life! Mother and father worked day and night just to give us this life! Can you be grateful and just shut up for two seconds?!"

He was never that angry with me before. I dropped the topic completely, and never spoke about it with him again after that. I understood how annoyed he must've been.

We didn't talk for a weeks after that.

Maybe a week later, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I desperately needed some water. So, I went to the kitchen to pour myself some.

Until I saw him. A tall man, muscles bulging out of his arms. He must've been at least six feet. He was standing in front of me, a knife clutched in his hands.

He lunged at me. And I stood there. Frozen.

"Muichiro!" Yuichiro stood in front of me. Blood splattered onto the me and the walls as his left arm was slashed by the knife.

His face contorted in pain as he desperately cradled his left arm. I could see bone. It was an extremely deep cut.

I ran to him, breathing heavily and ushering him into a corner. I could still feel his blood staining my face as the man slowly followed me.

"A couple of poor woodcutters like you... your lives are that worthless!" He spoke as he approached me.

At that moment, all I could see was red. I couldn't control my breathing. It was a violent rage I'd never before felt, coming from my own throat and mouth.

Yuichiro was focused on the pain at that moment, so he couldn't tell me what happened after that.

The next thing I knew... I was holding a bloodied axe and watching the man limp frantically into the horizon. I don't know if he died or not.