Be aware that this story contains alot of spoilers from the official manga.
A story of how Yoriichi's unborn child actually survived and passed down the sun legacy to another... and that is, you. yes you! Tsugikuni Y/n.
Interest : The Insect Hashira...
Y/n grew up with a slight fond for sword fighting, following in his mother's footsteps as she trained him to be a skilled warrior. Although he didn't particular loved it, she taught him to always stay focused and keep the bigger picture in mind, even in the midst of battle.
But one day, everything changed. After a sudden demon attack, his mother was brutally wounded, she was bleeding out, and fast. her life hanging in.
She lets go of her swords and with her final words, she looked at her son with striking eyes of burning anger. rage that Y/n had never seen before.
"R-remember that seething rage," she told him, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Torture every demon you see. Make them pay... With their lives, for the lives they have taken. Never let them rest easy, not even for a moment."
The mother shook her head at Y/n. a mixture of anger and sadness on her face. her mind completely going haywire, feeling the rage she never experienced before. Y/n was shocked by his mother's sudden change of heart.
"Don't let me go. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave you.." The mother was shook. the pain was unbearable. and she knew for sure that this is going to be her end.
"P-please. Please.. don't l-..leave me..." Her eyes was filled with tears, as Y/n holds her tight.
Her body, slightly shakes on Y/n's arms. Her hand, holding her son's hand firmly. not wanting to leave him alone.
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A warm tear trickled down Y/n's cheek as he took his mother's hand, feeling her grip going away and away. He knew that her time had ended, that she will no longer exist, but he also knew that she fought to stay with him as long as she could. and she did.
Her dead eyes were filled with a mix of sadness and determination, as if she was both scared to leave her son and determined to make every moment count. but it was all too late.
Y/n held her closer, feeling a sense of comfort in her embrace, a sense of that final, and last warmth and safety that no other place in the world could provide.
-Present-
Y/n is seen finishing up cleaning his late parent's room. as he was about to leave, he steps on a small paper.
He reads it.
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"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... I told you to not play in my room before you finish your chores."
"Well, dear, I love you so much and I want to cut you some slack. I hid your wooden sword somewhere in there! find it until I come back home with hugs and kisses! :)"
-Mom
The letter ends.
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He lands on his knees, hugging and burying the letter deep on to his chest. as tears starts to shed. was this really the first time he discovered this letter? why does it have to be now? why now?
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(The usual rennobu is busy with things. So I'm going to take the other half of this chapter. You can call me ren. yeah. I'm basically an editor for him and this time you get to see how the editor's write things. Enjoy.)
Y/n stands outside Shinobu’s door, nervously holding a small wrapped gift in one hand… and a tray with a single cup of sweet sakura tea in the other.
He exhales. “Alright. You survived upper moons. You can survive this.”
He slides the door open just enough to peek inside. Shinobu sits at her desk, quietly writing. The light filters through the paper windows behind her, catching the strands of her hair just right. Her expression? Calm—but unreadable.
Y/n: “I… uh, I brought tea. And something else.”
Shinobu doesn’t look up.
Shinobu: “If it's an apology wrapped in nerves and guilt, I already have too many of those.”
Y/n (clears throat): “It’s sakura tea. The kind you drink when you’re stressed. I thought about bringing wisteria… but, uh, well—”
Shinobu (finally looks at him): “I’m allergic to sakura blossoms, Tsugi-san.”
A long pause. Y/n freezes, wide-eyed.
Y/n: “Wait, what?! You’re kidding—no way, you always smell like—!”
Shinobu (soft smile): “I’m not deadly allergic. Just mildly irritated.”
Y/n: “You’re mildly irritated right now.”
Shinobu (sighs): “More than mildly.”
Y/n (sets the tea down carefully): “I came to say sorry. For all of it. For walking out, for making you carry everything alone… and for not realizing sooner how much that hurt.”
She’s silent. His voice softens.
Y/n: “You said you would've taken my name... and I didn’t even give you time to feel seen.”
Shinobu looks at the tea. Her expression cracks, just barely.
Shinobu: “You know, if you’re going to be reckless, at least learn what I can or can’t handle.”
Y/n: “Emotionally or allergen-wise?”
That earns a tiny, breathy laugh from her.
Shinobu (quietly): “Both.”
A beat passes. Then, carefully, she stands up and walks over to him. She takes the tea and sips, clearly enduring the taste.
Shinobu: “You still owe me a better gift.”
Y/n: “Right. Noted. No flowers, no drama, and maybe... more time.”
Shinobu: “You’ll need a lot of time to fix what you broke.”
Y/n: “Then I’ll take all of it.”
They stand there quietly. The tea steams gently between them.
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Very short chapter because this explains the past more. everybody knows flashbacks are boring. but emotional.
Daily Reminder: If your mom still makes you dinner, please eat it. she's not always going to be there to give you food and one day you're going to miss it :)
Hell, if you're worried about your calories, why don't you mealprep with her? That way you can spend more time with her.
-That One Guy From Tiktok who's built like Hercules
See you next time in..
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