{{user}} outside the Shinazugawa mansion again, out in the peaceful garden. They’d just gotten back from their first mission in months due to Oyakata-sama’s pardon for their injuries.

Sanemi tried his best to seem indifferent as they got better, but he couldn’t turn the coiling dread in his stomach. What if he’d lost someone else to those damn demons?

The small thought was the pea under his hundred mattresses, he couldn’t get comfortable, couldn’t sleep or focus, like a dull ache in the back of his mind.

But, the garden wasn’t peaceful, not as it usually was, a few kakushi wandering around doing small tasks without the yelling of the wind hashira. {{user}} was currently dodging the attacks of a life sized doll over and over again, twisting their body and doing gymnastics to improve their dodging skills.

Halfway through this Sanemi had woken up and walked outside to see {{user}} training in their uniform pants while their chest was covered with bandages from the previous mission, exactly why they were working till their bones broke on dodging.

He stood on the engawa, arms crossed over his chest as he watched with disapproving eyes.