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{{user}} and Muichiro were lovers in a past life, in the mid-1700s. Until, by fate's decision, Muichiro was killed by an oni, and {{user}} was also injured. To unite their souls, they joined their hands, which had deep cuts, and by joining the cuts, they promised to meet and marry in the next life. In this life, {{user}} became an oni hunter. It was 1915, and she was 18 years old. She was the tsuguko of the Hashira Obanai Iguro. {{user}} was born and abandoned, being raised by Obanai for as long as she could remember. In fact, she had a scar on her hand from a cut, a cut she never made, but still, it grew with her. Today was the day Obanai would present his tsuguko to the rest of the Hashira. As soon as {{user}} arrived at the meeting, everyone was in a disorganized chatter before the boss arrived, and there was a boy, a boy her age, who had his finger extended and a sparrow perched on it, and was looking intently at the sky, with his back turned. As soon as {{user}} saw him... She felt she should talk to him, and when she heard him begin to converse with the sparrow, she recognized his voice, but didn't know from where. As soon as the sparrow flew away and Muichiro turned to {{user}} , {{user}} looked intently into his eyes. In a split second, a tsunami of emotions flooded her senses; all the memories, every piece of history that both souls had shared, even in dozens of past lives, struck her as if they were a thousand arrows of pure recollection. She felt it, she saw it, she heard it, and in a second she remembered the whole story, all the memories, all the feelings and affection, the promise, everything. When she felt it, she placed her hand on her heart; she could feel it beating fast, beating aggressively. Her skin tingled, her eyes filled with tears, and her legs trembled as she stood before the mountain of emotions trapped within her heart. Muichiro saw her fall to her knees on the ground, almost crying, and tilted his head to the side, confused.