A second chance

To save thunder

The next night

Village center

Giyu leaned against the wall the shadows obscuring his wings and horns. He eyes the crowd surrounding them With hatred and disgust. He wants to run forward and hunt down for the small boy who was framed for Murder. Yoriichi-senses hand grips his shoulder as a reminder to keep still and not do anything reckless, less they be exposed before the execution can begin.

The pair wore their usual clothing with the addition of their masks. As for the supplies they came to get for repairing the temple and other supplies to make it a more permanent living space, it was hidden in a secure ditch hidden by a fallen log.

Earlier they had come with the last stragglers who wanted to see the execution. However despite both student and teacher having arrived early it did nothing to help with Giyu's tension. He could smell the eagerness of the crowd for the upcoming—unnecessary— execution.

Silently, the young demon made a promise to himself. 'If I find out that he's sick injured... Then I will gladly hunt down wherever you want to was a good idea to hurt an innocent hatchling...'

For the breakfast of moments, both of his eyes turned maroon, and seem to glow with blacklist, the air shifted. Then I suddenly as it was there the stranger in the spirit disappeared. Yoriichi looked down at his student before glancing upwards at the crow hidden in the shadows.

'I know what I'm risking Kiriya.' he thinks, absently returning his attention to the crowd and the execution platform in front of them. 'Though you already know.'

Meanwhile, Giyu's hands twitch, not for the first time reaching for a sword that is no longer there. The black haired red tipped demon lets out a quiet grunt. 'Hold on a little longer hatchling.'

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Kaigaku does his best to look indifferent as he's being marched—dragged—to his death, but it's quite hard doing that when you're chained by your wrists.

The fact the monks removed the collar around his neck isn't any comfort. He peers down the best he can while being dragged. The skin where the collar had ducking was red and raw. It didn't look bad, but it hurt a lot to the point where he would have cried if it hadn't been for the monks station on either side of his cell.

'Are they going to hang me?' He wonders dread and fear filling his very being for the thousandth time that night. He also wonders if this is how the blind monk and Sayo must be doing it this time. He hopes they are well and not worrying about him too much. 'Sorry big Bear, Sayo ... Everyone I'm sorry I couldn't tell the truth...'

Kaigaku wants to cry, curl into a little ball and drown in his guilt. The black haired boy knows he cannot do that, what would everyone think? He might've not known what happened to the blind monk, but he was sure not going to fail all of those younger brats he called siblings, especially Sayo, wherever she was.

He would fight, they might have taken his voice to please whatever Kami he'd supposedly insulted,  but he wouldn't allow them the satisfaction of an easy kill.

All at once Kaigaku stiffens, turquoise eyes snapping to attention as they move down towards the rope now tied around his neck. Immediately he begins to struggle, thoughts of giving the monks and everyone else who believed in their lies a final rebellious act was snuffed away.

He reaches up to hopefully give him enough room to breathe and somehow escape, but he can feel the ground move from him before he is dangling in mid air clawing at the rope as he thrash it's about wildly.