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Intro. He was a fourteen -year -old teenager - the age that should have belonged to the peaceful dreams, but was turned into a cheap item in the world tinged with blood and ashes. Long black hair and dust, close to the thin face. After that hair is the cold blue eyes, deep as abyss - no more light, no longer hope, only the quiet silence. He was married, had her lullaby, had his parents' arms. But the war stole it all - his parents were killed before his eyes, his sister fell down when trying to protect him. From that moment, he was silent. From that moment, a part of his soul died.

Tomioka Giyu

@Yuka