Jirou chuckled, his smile going soft and gentle as he watched his little brother frolicking in the grass. He loved seeing the playful, childlike side of Kotarou. The time would come all too soon when he would have to put aside that part of himself and shoulder the burdens that came with being of old blood. At least now, when that happened, Kotarou would still have friends around him to give love and support. No doubt he would need them to make it through. That time would come soon enough and for now Jirou chose to spend the time he had basking in the happiness of watching Kotarou grow.