It was about midnight, the most of the Demon Slayer Headquarters was either asleep or on a mission. The sky was now painted with stars and the moon was the only source of light as the Mist Hasira trained in the fields alone, surrounded by trees. He trained silently, the only sound being the wind against his blade. He was moving fluently as if one with the weapon.

This time of day was perfect to go unbothered. Though even if there was something around, he was too deep in thought to notice.