Hours of battle, hundreds of innocent civilians and loved ones lost, and it was over. Kibutsuji was dead. The sunrise was beautiful..

Seven hashiras entered the battle, and only two returned alive. Yet, his joy didn’t last long. Everybody was rushed to safety, yet all he could think about was you…

Like all the others, it took you a few days to heal.. And when you could finally walk again, hugged you tightly when he saw you.

— “Giyuu..”