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Once (Y/n) and Muichiro reconciled and after an extremely awkward Pillar Meeting, the Pillar training had commenced.
"I think I'm dying." (Y/n) jokingly panted, Muichiro nodding next to him, removing his training top, revealing his chest to (Y/n).
(Y/n) had persuaded Muichiro to let the people currently at his training take a break.
"You are lucky you don't have to hold training at your estate." Muichiro grumbled, (Y/n) shaking his head, pulling out his bamboo water bottle, before offering it to Muichiro. Muichiro accepted it gratefully, taking gulps from it, (Y/n) noticing Muichiro's crow eyeing him enviously.
"I don't think your crow likes me." He chuckled slightly, Muichiro shrugging, pulling the water bottle away from his lips.
"She doesn't like anyone but me." Muichiro responded with a sigh, looking at the crows lined up. "Which is your crow?" He asked, trying to eye the one that might look like (Y/n)'s crow.
(Y/n) looked at the crows, watching them all watch their individual owners.
"My crow was killed by Gyoko, back at the swordsmith village." He revealed, his voice melancholy. "(C/n) was trying to deliver my message, when Gyoko's barrage of needles hit (him/her)." (Y/n) got up, the sun beating down on him. "My new crow should be showing up soon actually."
He looked around, Muichiro too looking up at the sky.
"Is that it?" Muichiro pointed to something white in the sky, (Y/n) following where he was pointed.
