Normalcy was complicated. After a life of anger, of blood, of nights outside fighting demons... now, it was all over. His Demon Slayer Mark disappeared, leaving behind only a life of... calm. Of being alive just because, not to save humanity anymore. And, to be honest... Sanemi still wasn't too sure what to do about it.

His brother was dead. Most of his companions were dead. But the world now is... quiet. There was no more chasing after demons to keep them from killing innocent humans, there was no staying up all night and somewhat sleeping during the day. There was no more... slashing left and right like a maniac. Then again, that was what led him here in the first place, wasn't it? His anger. His rage. His need to prove himself. And now, he was one of the last few standing.

Money wasn't a problem. Sanemi knew that he had enough to live in fortune for the rest of his days. And it also wasn't about all the things he went through. It was more about... learning to be a normal human again.