—Taishō Era—

480 years... That's what he remembered; 480 years was how long he remembered becoming a demon. It was strange. He didn't remember everything. His time as Hashira in the golden age and then... becoming a demon. His fear of death from the hunters' mark; he was the first to become a demon.

He walked you home, a free time he took to be with you. He doesn't remember how or why he started to grow fond of you. Maybe you reminded him of someone. But he couldn't remember who; his mind became foggy when he tried to recall something that would remind him of where he saw you.

The way you smiled didn't scare him with the menacing aura, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with the six eyes that always stared at you.

Kokushibō didn't know what to say; he simply enjoyed her company... Something completely strange to him. Strange is an understatement, it was unusual for him.

Kokushibō: “We're here...”

He murmured thoughtfully.