The next few days with Yuichiro were alright. He enjoyed playing with Tanjiro and his Siblings, and Gyutaro, couldn't help but wonder exactly what had happened to the boy for him to end up like this. Of course, the Tokito twin was attached at the hip with Tanjiro, working hard to help him, though his memory problems and the fact that he only had one hand frustrated Gyutaro, since it meant that, more often than not, Yuichiro ended up messing up whatever they were doing. Tanjiro tried to calm his Older Brother down, "Yuichiro has an injury to his mind, Gyutaro, and he's still trying his best to help big Brother. We were asked by Muichiro to look after him, we need to show him patients and understanding" he replied calmly.

Gyutaro sighed, "I know, but this is the most danger-prone child I have ever met in my life! How has Muichiro kept him alive this long?" he asked, as he watched Hanako brushing the older boys long hair. "Your hair is even longer than Tanjiro's!" she said with awe. "I'm just not sure if we can do this and still take care of our own Siblings Tanjiro" the green-haired man finished. His younger Brother's face hardened, "we will take care of him because he needs us. That's all that really matters in the end" Tanjiro replied. A couple of minutes later, they looked over when they heard giggling, to see that Hanako had done Yuichiro's long hair up in a plait, like her own.

"Don't laugh at him Shigeru, it looks good!" their younger Sister said to the laughing Shigeru, "there is nothing wrong with having long hair up in a plait!" Hanako said firmly. Shigeru pulled on Yuichiro's sleeve, "want to come do a puzzle with me?" he asked excitedly. Ever since he had discovered puzzles, after the last time they had played with the Ubuyashiki children, Shigeru had loved them. "Um-" Yuichiro began, before he trailed off, looking vaccant. "Yuichiro? What's wrong?" Hanako asked. The boy blinked, before looking up at them again, "who are you?" he asked. Gyutaro sighed at the confused and hurt looks on his younger Siblings faces and walked over to the boy with Tanjiro at his side. Muichiro had told him that this sometimes happened. That his mind sometimes erased all of the memories in his mind, 'resetting' him, so to speak.

Tanjiro smiled down at Yuichiro, "Yuichiro!" he called happily, with a smile on his face. The black and turquoise-haired boy turned to look up at him, before smiling and hugging him, "Father! You're home. I knew you'd be back soon" he said dreamily. "Okay, time for you to have a nap, okay?" Tanjiro asked, gently helping the Tokito twin to his feet and leading him into the house. Shigeru looked up at his Older Brother, "did we do something wrong? Why did he suddenly forget us?" he asked, sounding hurt. "Do you remember what I told you? About how Yuichiro was hurt so bad that his mind suffered too? That's why he thinks Tanjiro is his Father. Well, he Brother told me that, sometimes, without warning, his Brother's mind just sort of, resets.

He forgets everything that just happened, including people he's met, sometimes going back days. Well, that's what just happened. It wasn't your fault, and you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that his mind reset to before he met you, so he didn't have any memories of all of you. Alright? It's not your fault and it's not his fault. This is just how Yuichiro's mind works right now. So now you get the chance to become friends again, when he wakes up. Okay? Try looking at it that way" Gyutaro asked, patting Hanako and Shigeru on the heads. Both children nodded, "alright. You can try to make friends with Yuichiro again when he finishes he nap" he added, before a shudder went through him.

He looked up at the sky, 'the final battle, is getting closer and closer. I can feel it. The day of that vision- we have to cherish everyday of calm and rest we get now.' He thought. Then Gyutaro shook himself out of his thoughts, and smiled down at his Siblings, "why don't we play for a while? When the Hashira Training starts, Tanjiro and I won't have the time for that. So for now, let's all be children and play together." He said with a smile. Soon, Tanjiro came back outside, "he's fast asleep. I really thought this was helping him. He was more aware and lively than I've ever seen him. Granted, I just met Yuichiro over the last couple of months, but still," he sighed.

"I just wish I could help him somehow" Tanjiro finished. Gyutaro shook his head, "Tanjiro, if you aren't helping that kid, then what the hell are you doing? You might not think so, but your presence and kindness really is helping him. Don't worry. He won't stay like this forever. I'm sure there's a way to help Yuichiro" he replied, before walking away, "sorry Brother, I have a headache, so I'm going to bed too." Gyutaro said. "Okay. Do you want some tea? Or I could go ask for some medicine from Miss Shinobu?" Tanjiro asked, as his Brother walked back into the house, "no, I just need some sleep. Just keep an eye on the kids for me Tanjiro" he said, voice sounding strained.

"Okay then" the burgundy-haired 15-year-old replied in worry, as he watched Gyutaro head inside as well.

U*G.K

Gyutaro reached his bedroom just in time for a pain to slam against the inside of his skull. He recognised it as the same feeling he got whenever he had a Vision of the future, but didn't know what else he would need to know at this point. The Oldest Kamado collapsed onto his futon as he passed out. Then he was plunged into a Vision of the future.

*Vision*

They were in the midst of a battle. The one they were fighting- he didn't even know who it was. It was a man with long white hair, and a practically naked grey body. He was covered in red markings, and had 9 whip-like appendages thrashing around from his back. He looked around, since it was something he could do in this Vision. Gyutaro gasped in horror. So many people were dead, including his own Master, who had his leg ripped off- Gyomei moved, as he tied a rope around his leg, and managed to stand up with the help of some Kakushi, "let's end this. Weather I die tonight, or a year from now, we will kill Muzan Kibutsuji!" the younger man said darkly.

*End Vision*

Gyuatro sat up, gasping and sweating, "Master!" he cried in fear. He looked around, seeing his own room. 'What did my Master mean, he'll die a year from now? What was he talking about?! I don't understand!' he thought in confusion. 'He's only 24, why would he die at 25-years-old?' he thought back to the bad Premonition he'd had about the Marks that Tanjiro, Mitsuri, and Gyomei had gotten at the Swordsmith Village. 'Was that the reason? The Marks kill you at 25-years-old? That's why my Master will die in a year? Does that mean Tanjiro would also die at 25-year-old?!" Gyutaro covered his face with his hands, "fuck!" he hissed. Without those Marks, they were all dead. And if they all got them, they were dead at 25. Hell, he was already older than 25-years-old, who knows what would happen to him if he got one!

He stood up, and nearly fell over again. He had to tell Kagaya about this as soon as possible! But the toll for his Vision was already making his body weak. Damn it! After a few minutes of struggling to stand, Gyutaro gave up trying to walk, and tried to write a letter. But his fingers were shaking too much to hold the brush. 'Okay. Just take it easy. You don't have to go right this second. Just as soon as you've recovered' he thought, taking some deep breaths. Eventually, the tremors stopped and he was able to write his letter. He wrote down the critical information that he knew, summoned his Crow Kie, and sent the letter to Kagaya. Gyutaro then dragged his hands down his face in frustration, "damn it, what the hell do we do now?" he muttered.

Eventually, despite his paranoia and worry, he fell asleep before he could get a reply.

U*G.K

When he finally woke up again, Gyutaro felt a lot better. He actually felt like he had slept, unlike last time. Gyutaro stretched and yawned, before the cry of a Crow caught his attention. He looked over to see his Crow Kie, "Gyutaro Kamado, the Master wishes to speak with you!" she cried. The green-haired 27-year-old clenched his fists. Right.