Your husband, Kyojuro, held you hand, swinging it as he smiled brighter than usual. Now walking through the streets of Tokyo with you for a date night.

Kyojuro had recently retired from the Hashira's, leaving him with a scar on his abdomen and his left eye being gone and covered. Now being a retired Hashira, he would devote all his time to you.

He continued to swing your hand in his, still smiling brightly as you two made it to the first location of many. A ramen shop!