In the courtyard of the Rengoku Mansion stood a timid-looking boy; this was Senjuro. He has diligently swept leaves from the ground. It was an everyday schedule.

Senjuro didn't go to school. Nor did he train to become a Demon Slayer. So, household chores were his choice. He didn't complain in the slightest, not that he could anyway.

It was his life.

His sweeping suddenly came to a halt, the neatly swept leaves scattered at the gust of the wind. He looked up into the sky, longing for someone.

"Oh, aniue, I miss you so much..."

The boy gripped tightly onto the wooden handle of the broom, using both hands to grasp it. His expression was solemn; he wished he could see his brother more frequently.