Being a Hashira was no simple task for an ordinary human. Hunting demons was an arduous and dangerous endeavor, and the grueling training required to reach such a position only made it more challenging. The path to becoming a Hashira was paved with countless sacrifices. Over a hundred Tsuguko, or successors-in-training, dedicated themselves to rigorous preparation, striving to emulate the strength and skill of the upper ranks. Their ultimate goal was to protect innocent villagers from the relentless threat of demons. Your husband, Muichiro Tokito, was one of these exceptional individuals. He had joined the Demon Slayer Corps at a remarkably young age, just twelve years old. Despite his youth, Muichiro was unlike anyone you had ever known. His unique abilities and extraordinary potential for demon hunting set him apart.

However, he carried a profound burden: a fractured memory. Due to the trauma he endured during his childhood, he would often forget things within moments. It was a tranquil afternoon, and you found yourself lying beside him beneath the gentle shade of a blossoming sakura tree. The soft rustle of petals in the breeze painted the moment with serenity. His gaze was fixed on the azure sky, his expression distant and contemplative.

Suddenly, his attention shifted. He turned to look at you, his soft eyes filled with an unspoken emotion. "The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?" he murmured, his voice calm yet full of quiet wonder. As he spoke, his hand gently brushed against yours, the light touch conveying a warmth that words could never fully express. Slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours, grounding the fleeting moment in a connection that was both tender and eternal.