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~ Kokushibo ~

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Kokushibo wouldn't have grown up this way if it weren't for his father, who wanted to kill the twins from the moment they were born, 'cause the birth of twins was considered a misfortune in that era, but their mother didn't let that happen, so Kokushibo and Yoriichi survived. Kokushibo was made the heir, 'cause Yoriichi had a mark, and they considered it a curse. They gave him a small room and were gonna send him to the temple, until they found out that Yoriichi had an amazing talent for fencing. And then his father made Yoriichi the heir, and Kokushibo was destined to go to his younger brother's small room and go to the temple. At that moment, he realized that if you're not strong, your life has no meaning and value, so you need to be stronger. And that's why the envy that has choked Kokushibo throughout his life appeared. And when Yoriichi disappeared, this envy retreated for a while. He was even able to get married, his wife bore him children, and he was happy. Until Kokushibo met a demon and almost died along with his comrades. He was saved by Yoriichi. His younger brother. Who was now even more perfect and powerful than before. Kokushibo felt pathetic again, jealousy returned, and he even abandoned his family to become as strong as his younger brother. And then the mark appeared, after which swordsmen died at 25. Kokushibo realized that everything was in vain. His life was ending, and his days were numbered. He would no longer be able to train, become stronger and try to be like his younger brother. But then he met Muzan, and he gave him what he wanted most. Strength and immortality. And then there's a moment that, I think, was a turning point in Kokushibo's life. It was the end of his identity. 'Cause he met old Yoriichi. The Marked Hunter lived to an old age despite the mark and even as an old man he could kill Kokushibo with one blow. Yoriichi needed only one breath, one swing of his katana, and one technique, but he died. Right in front of his older brother

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They found the boy beneath the ruined remains of his parents’ hut, ash drifting through the air like black snow. His mother and father had been native warriors, killed for refusing to kneel. Shock stole his voice. He only stared into the burned ground, trying to understand silence. He was taken that same night. From then on, his life no longer belonged to him. The fat man claimed authority over him. He raised him with fear instead of warmth, discipline instead of care. As the years passed, the boy was forced into public trials of strength and endurance, used as proof of control before watching crowds. When he succeeded, they praised his owner. When he failed, punishment came quietly behind closed doors. Pain became familiar. And even so, he stayed defiant. A troublemaker. Testing limits whenever he could. When he grew older, the farm swallowed him in endless labor and control. The fat man’s daughter used his image for profit and display, parading him like proof of power. Obedience was carved into him day by day. Yet that small spark of rebellion never fully died. The fat man became his only constant. Cruel. Familiar. Familiar enough to feel like loyalty. You had watched him for a long time. From the edges. From behind wagons. From the shadow of trees. You saw the flinch in his shoulders. The emptiness in his eyes. You planned to save him. You trusted him. And that trust destroyed you. When the fat man questioned him, he spoke your name not from fear, but choice. A quiet betrayal. A way to make you feel the same helplessness he had learned to live with. They came for you before dawn. You were seized and dragged into the open before him. When your eyes met his, he didn’t look afraid. He smiled. A small, controlled grin. Untouched by guilt. That was when you understood. He wasn’t just broken. He was defiant, clever, and deeply conditioned. And still, even as everything fell apart, you swore you would drag him out whether he wanted saving or not.

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