『 and when she opened her eyes,
she remembered everything. .』
a pair of eyes opened, revealing wide maroon eyes. a young girl sat up in the middle of a small and rather quaint room, her long black hair with red spikes had swayed along with her movements.
she took a deep shaky breath, her lips were trembling and so too were her fingers. she stared at her hand, no longer covered in wrinkles or callouses, they were soft, small even as if she was a child again.
yet she was more focused on the fact that she was alive, her hand reached to grab her wrist, feeling a pulse. she was warm, her heart was beating, she was alive.
she remembered her last moments so clearly, she was old, her fiery hair had turned white and yet she still held her blade as a lone wandering swordsman.
and stood across from her was her brother, no longer human, his face adorned with not one, but three sets of eyes. the both of them grabbed the handles of their swords, ready to attack, she should have attacked, but all she could feel was sadness as tears left her eyes.
she died not at the sword that sliced her body in half, she died as her heart was unable to carry on with the heavy burden she had carried for so long. she died standing, with a broken and defeated heart.
the room was dark, nearly empty. it reminded her of the first room she slept in when she was with her family, when her father did not favor her for so many reasons. Her room was barely furnished, she had a futon, a cabinet for her clothes and a mirror. curiously, Yori stood up and made her way to the mirror.
and there she was her reflection,
she looked just as she did when she was four years old.
on her forehead was the same scar her father was disgusted by, the same hair she always had, the same eyes that reminded her of her mother, a hand grazed her face, soft skin, cheeks filled with baby fat-
"huh?"
tears started to fall down on her eyes, as something cold was washed down on her, and then she quickly made her way out of the room as all she could think about was a horrifying theory.
what if she went back in time? and yet- she stopped at the hallway, as she realized, this was not the house she had lived in. it was different, it wasn't as spacious, it didn't have the same garden her mother and her walked through, it wasn't built the same either.
and her heart felt like it was being wrapped around by something, she was young again, but it didn't seem like she was in the past, so was this a different life? if so, why did she look the same as before?
was this the afterlife? was she in a long dream? had she really died?
all these questions filled her head, as she let her feet walk, taking her somewhere, she didn't know where, she just knew she had to move.
moving around eased her worries, it distracted her, got her tired, honed her skills, made her heart beat and her body sweat, it reminded her that she was alive, that she was still human-
"[name]?"
a voice called to her as she froze, she still had her name, and that voice- turning around she found her mother, and tears left her eyes as she hugged her mother.
"[name]?" her mother repeated, surprised as she felt her mother's arms begin to embrace her as her shock was washed away with worry "did you have a nightmare?" all she could do was nod silently.
☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
The next day, Yori or [name], now in this life, realized a few more things. Her father still hated her, and her mother loved her. Loved her enough to sleep with her in her room, and they soon woke up to her father screaming at her for bothering her mother. And then her mother began arguing with his husband.
she was still hated by her father, which didn't bother her as much, what was more terrifying was the fact her brother was the same.
her brother was still Michikatsu, he was still human, however he didn't seem to remember becoming a samurai, having a family, becoming a demon slayer and then a demon. He didn't look at her with contempt or hatred or jealousy.
and yet she couldn't bring herself to smile, she couldn't bring herself to approach him as before.
and Michikatsu didn't seem to be bothered, he'd look at her for a few moments but that was all, and there he went to his own personal tutors.
She also had tutors, not the same one as her brother but she still had some. they taught her different things, and from there she realized she was a lot of centuries into the future. she was no longer in the sengoku era, but now in the Reiwa era.
they also wore more modern clothes compared to her, women could wear pants, could wear shorter skirts, they didn't wear yukatas or kimonos or kept their hair long.
did that mean things were okay? she could only hope so.
Reiwa Era ᝰ.ᐟ
🔥 Yori reincarnates to the future and now has the name Tsugikuni [Name].
🔥 The Tsugikuni name seemed to have survived with a distant descendant of Kokushibo / distant relative of Tokito.
Reader is female in this story. she's still the younger twin to Michikatsu.
also I pretty much just search what's the latest era in japan— and used that— feel free to correct me
prologue is short I know, but as more chapters come in, it'll get longer
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