Tasuika waltzed through the rain, he knew where he was heading to. His mask hid his twisting features,  anguish knarling his once soft features. His stomach did flips and threatened to launch bile out, yet he trudged on. His heart felt like it wasn't having it's strings played but much rather pulled out or shredded to a pulp, it hurt and causednhim to squirm a little under his mothers white cloak. His body rejected what his mind told it to do and rebelled, his knees and legs quaking with sadness and anger. He couldn't help but squeeze his hands closed in frustration, so tightly that it in fact caused his nails to dig into his skin far enough to draw blood amd make his knuckles white as snow. He grit his teeth, blood dribbling down from under his mask and onto the ground, the boy made sure not a drop dare land on the robe. It would have drove him mad to see a mere thread displaced upon it. He would rave from anger if his sword shower any oxidation or deteriorarion, his mouth would.be foaming, bleeding and knashing if that were to happen. This troubled his mind and racked his body with shaking, until he spotted them. The stones upon the ground, inscriptions set and graves underneath. They all read their birth and death dates, the same last name of Tasuika and a small speech. His anger and sadness twisted and twirled a maddening dance within his stomach, mind and heart. The storm churned both within himself and in the sky above. He just sat there, letting the rain and pain hit him asnhe stared at his family's graves...a reminder of his hatred and vengance.

(Y/n I assume is either watching or spots him here or earlier....do what you will)
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