the way his sapphire eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, a vision of warmth and strength.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. “Grant him safe passage, and return him to me.” A gentle shift within her womb echoed her plea,
a silent tear tracing a path down her cheek as she watched him depart.
Now, the profound silence of the estate pressed in upon her. The rhythmic chirping of crickets outside seemed to amplify her trepidation. She squeezed her eyes shut, conjuring an image of Satoru's face,
Kiyohime had yearned to protest, to stand beside him in the face of this adversity, despite the delicate state of her being. The memory of Shibuya remained an open wound, the terror of losing him again an unbearable prospect. So, she had acceded to his wishes,
“It'll be alright, Kiyohime.” his voice, usually imbued with an air of playful arrogance, had been uncharacteristically solemn. “I'll settle things quickly, and then we'll have our celebration. Two peas in a pod, remember?” He had offered a reassuring wink, a flicker of mischief
a boy she had cherished as her own. Satoru, ever the steadfast guardian, had resolutely assumed the mantle of this perilous task, insisting on her return to the secure haven of her clan.
thought of their forth coming child was eclipsed by a gnawing disquiet.
Mere hours had passed since Satoru's departure. The news, a chilling harbinger of chaos, had shattered fragile tranquility. Sukuna, that malevolent entity, had infiltrated the vessel of their beloved Megumi,