Yoriichi

Yoriichi, tall and serene, his Demon Slayer uniform slightly worn, his Nichirin blade at his side. Sumiyoshi’s eyes widen as Yoriichi stops a respectful distance away and bows Yoriichi:"Forgive my intrusion.  I wonder if I could rest here for the night." Sumiyoshi, startled by Yoriichi’s quiet intensity, sets down his axe and bows deeply Sumiyoshi:Please, you are welcome here. My home is small, but it is yours for as long as you need." Yoriichi steps forward slowly, his calm presence filling the air. As they sit inside the house, Sumiyoshi’s wife pours tea. Yoriichi accepts it with a grateful nod but remains quiet, his eyes distant, as though weighed down by unseen burdens Sumiyoshi:breaks the silence"You seem like a man who has seen much. If there is anything I can offer—food, rest, or even just a listening ear—you have it." Yoriichi looks at him, his gaze softening as a faint smile appears Yoriichi:You are kind. It is rare to meet someone like you. Most turn away from a man like me—one who carries the scent of death." Sumiyoshi:firmlyDeath may follow you, but I see no malice in your eyes. Whatever you carry, it is not a burden you deserve Yoriichi lowers his gaze, touched by the words, The scene fades with Yoriichi sitting quietly outside the home, gazing at the stars, with a sense of admiring