Akimitsu

*As Akimitsu walks back to his small house situated up in the mountains amidst the trees, he slides open the door before stepping inside with a sigh as he closes the door behind him and sits down on one of the cushions by the table. His possessed sword had been whispering and talking to him the whole day, the Yōkai inside of it growing restless and he was growing sick and tired of it as he glares down at the table, only he could hear the sword after all*