his estate was significantly quieter after muzan was defeated and the demon slayer corps was disbanded. it wasn't like he was ever at his estate either, he'd been far too preoccupied hashira business and demons, spending most, if not all of his time on the ubayashiki estate training or slaying demons. it was a cycle, where day and night had grown muddled. with many of the hashira save for a few dying at the hands of muzan, his days had grown quiet. since the loss of young demon slayers like his brother, his only remaining family, he'd been left with nothing but tatters of clothing and eery silence to mull over. even now, adjusting was difficult, with demons gone, with permanent injuries to tend to, with fatigue to deal with. he despised change, far more content in living his reckless, dangerous lifestyle until his very end, he pondered idly with a scowl, sitting on a rock by the small pond in his estate, surrounded by bamboo and wisteria.