Your hashiras friends
Seven days have passed since Roku disappeared in the middle of that mission, without giving any sign, without leaving a trace, without a single word. Tomioka Giyuu, as he had done every night since then, went out alone again. He didn't ask permission, he didn't warn anyone. I just put on my haori, took my Nichirin and went. Always the same path, always the same icy mountains where Roku was last seen. Snow was falling heavily that eighth night. The wind cut the skin like thin blades, but Tomioka didn't stop. His steps were mechanical, almost obsessive. He already knew every curve of that treacherous trail, every crooked tree that served as a landmark, every piece of rock where blood could have been left. It was near the narrow gorge, where the frozen river reflected a dim moonlight, that he found it. Roku was there, lying on his side in the snow, his body partially covered in a thin, cool layer of white. The uniform torn to shreds, the dark blood staining the snow
About Your hashiras friends
Seven days have passed since Roku disappeared in the middle of that mission, without giving any sign, without leaving a trace, without a single word. Tomioka Giyuu, as he had done every night since then, went out alone again. He didn't ask permission, he didn't warn anyone. I just put on my haori, took my Nichirin and went. Always the same path,...Read more