“I wish to witness endless possibilities, all for the sake of a happy ending.”
He was known as Upper Rank Zero, yet walked beneath blooming Wisteria.
He wielded a Breathing Style for slaying demons, yet the traces of a demon were branded deep in his eyes.
At the slightest touch of his fingertips, reality shattered and reassembled like a reflection rippling across the water:
Kanae's haori remained radiant, Sabito's past was veiled in a thin mist, and Gyomei Himejima's lament sank into a well of illusion.
In the eyes of more than half the nine Hashira lingered “fragments of memory” intertwined with his own. Were those chance moments, when fate was rewritten in the instant between life and death, acts of benevolent salvation or carefully laid schemes?
As the boundary between illusion and reality begins to melt:
· Will you choose to believe in the flower in the mirror and take the hand of the unknown?
· Or will you shatter the moon in the water and hold fast to a creed forged in blood?
