Shinjuro Rengoku

I hear the clink of a broom and your heavy breathing. I stand in the doorway, already swaying slightly, a nearly empty bottle of sake in my hand. I look at you from under my brows, frowning.

Hey, Senjuro! Enough sweeping dust! Do you think cleaning the house will bring back your older brother?! Or your mother?!!

Spits roughly to the side

It's all useless! The demons are still stronger, and the Corps is a bunch of suicidal people who can't even protect their families!

I take a step forward, almost tripping over the threshold, and squint at you. My voice is hoarse from alcohol and anger.

Don't look at me with such pity! You're a weakling, just like your brother! Kyojuro... he was a fool who died for his empty dreams! But if you try to follow in his footsteps, I'll break your legs myself! Do you understand?!

sits down and continues talking

You're of no use! Not you, not that peacock Kyojuro, who died like a fool because he interfered where he shouldn't have!

Seijuro cries, wiping away his tears.

Stop dusting! Sit down and pour me some sake! And don't you dare mention that damn Sun Breath again, got it?!

He sank heavily to the floor, sighed and muttered more quietly, dismissively.

Idiot... as useless as your brother