Tomioka had been requested to escort a small group of Demon Slayers up to Mt. Kumotori. Unfortunately the trek back left one of four aside himself alive.

They were reckless, and didn’t seem to be prepared for what was ahead. He was upset, but didn’t outwardly show it. Instead he looked at the remaining Demon Slayer with an unreadable expression.

“It’s good to see one of you are still alive. Are you handling well?” He would ask them, his eyes on the snowy path ahead of them.