EXQUISITE [SANEMI]

↝Prologue༉

Exquisite!!!

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As the first light of dawn crept into her chamber like a whispered secret, she slowly opened her eyes to the familiar sound of clashing swords, a symphony that had become her daily wake-up call. The metallic ring of steel on steel echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of her brother's dedication to his craft. 'Onichan has started practicing again,' she thought, a mix of fondness and frustration swirling in her chest like a vortex.

She sat up, her gaze drifting to the window beside her bed, where the moon's silvery glow still lingered, casting an ethereal light on her face. Her heart swelled with longing as she gazed at the sky, her soul craving the beauty and freedom that came with each new day. The memories of her mother's loving smile and gentle touch flooded her mind, like a bittersweet melody that refused to fade away. She missed her, but her brother's presence had become her solace, her rock, her shelter from the storm. Though their father's love had once been a warm embrace, it now felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the pain that had torn their family apart, leaving scars that seemed to never heal.

As she lay in bed, a sweet sense of security enveloped her, knowing she was loved and cherished by her elder brother, whom she adored like a father, and her younger brother, whom she doted on like a mother. Despite her spoiled nature, her heart was filled with kindness and compassion, embracing everyone, demon or human, with equal warmth.

 The sound of footsteps outside her door grew louder, then slowed, and she knew her brother's energetic approach was about to burst into her peaceful morning. "SAMAYO-CHAN, WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!" her brother's boisterous voice echoed through the room, like a ray of sunshine exploding through the clouds. She couldn't help but laugh at his antics, her heart skipping a beat with excitement. "Oniichan, you're so loud!" she teased, her voice husky with sleep. "And, of course, I'm hungry! I can't resist your delicious cooking!"

Kyojuro's eyes shone with amusement as he gazed at his sister, Samayo, who was behaving like a tiny, adorable tyrant. To him, she was his precious princess, the person he would willingly sacrifice everything for. His love for both his siblings was unwavering, a flame that burned bright in his heart. Though his father was no longer by his side, Kyojuro remained resolute in his pursuit of becoming a demon slayer, driven by the promise he made to his mother: to protect the weak. With unyielding determination, he taught himself the art of Flame Breathing, pouring over ancient records and texts, his willpower his only guide. Unlike other demon slayers, he walked a solitary path, relying solely on his own strength and resilience. Yet, he refused to be deterred, his heart ablaze with the fire of his conviction.

"Ah, my little Samayo-chan, always ready to devour my culinary masterpieces!" Kyojuro chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he entered the room, a tray laden with steaming dishes in his hands. "Today's special is extra special, just for you!" He announced, setting the tray down on her bed and presenting her with a delectable spread of fluffy rice, savory fish, and sweet pastries. Samayo's eyes widened as she took in the feast, her stomach growling in an ticipation.