Mi | Yama Hime No

Kaito lived with that knowledge for forty more years. He watched Yuki grow, marry the kind man with glasses, have children of her own. He watched her heart crack and mend and crack again. And every time, he was there with warm rice porridge and a quiet hand on her shoulder.

She didn't answer. But her lips moved, forming a single word: Mama. yama hime no mi

"Daddy," she whispered. Her voice was rusty, like a drawer stuck shut for years. "Daddy, I'm hungry." Kaito lived with that knowledge for forty more years