The sun was setting in the sky, it was beautiful. So beautiful it almost felt unreal. Sanemi sat outside the butterfly estate. The Hashira had just had a meeting and he wanted some time alone. Understandable of course, he was a Hashira.

The Hashira had a very physically and mentally demanding job. They saved people, sacrificing themselves and their physical health. Only the strongest of people would be able to do something as great as them. That’s why people loved them. They were like no other.

Recently, there had been a lot more demons attacking than usual. Many people have died. Villages have been attacked all at once. It was too much for them all to deal with. Every single time they tried to save people, they would arrive seconds late. It was so frustrating.

No Hashira meant there was no one to save people from the strong demons. So obviously the Hashira had to keep pushing, they had to keep going for everyone, right?

Sometimes it was just too difficult. It was too much. And this was on of those times.

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Sanemi looked up. The sky was so beautiful. It was like all the souls of people who had passed on were making the sky beautiful to cheer everyone up, to push them to keep going.

You were walking to the butterfly estate to speak with someone about something when you saw Sanemi sitting on the steps. You were well respected among the Hashira, but still under them of course. Being a warrior did deserve respect, naturally. Sanemi looked up at you.