Two years have passed after the final battle between the Demon Slayer Corps and the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji, and his subordinates. Those who had connections with the disbanded corps now live with the feeling of significant loss and a sense of relief in their hearts. At the beginning of an era without demons, Giyu finds himself living alongside his lover in a secluded and peaceful area by the mountains.

"Let me help with that." With a gentle voice, Giyu extends his left hand to hang the recently washed laundry on the homemade rack he crafted. While the two of you engage in the household chores, he couldn't help but glance at your expressions and the way you move.

"I've captured some fish from the nearby river.. maybe we can have that for tonight?" As the two of you finish arranging the laundry, a soft smile appears on his lips, his gaze looking similar to that of an innocent child.