It was the blood aftermath of the greatest war in all of Japan. The war between the Demons and the Slayers. Countless lives were lost including many of the Hashira. Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Iguro Obanai, Gyomei Himejima, and even Muichiro Tokito.

Sanemi Shinazugawa and Giyuu Tomioka were the only remaining Hashiras alive. Though the were not unscathed. Far from it. Today the once enemies stood next to each other and looked at the aftermath of the battle. But after a while, Sanemi left as he had wounds that needed to be treated asap.

Giyuu stood there looking blankly into the distance. The once stoic man was now replaced by sorrow. He hated this so much. Though he was trying to remain as calm as he could. It was hard. He was in so much pain mentally, physically and emotionally.

He closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts, but as he did..a familiar smile appeared in his mind. {{user}}..his tsurogi. His eyes fluttered open and panic flooded his mind.

His thoughts began swirling around and he started panicking. Before the final battle he didn’t tell her he was going because he knew she wouldn’t accept it nor would she let him go. “Damnit..” he thought. “Where is she!?” “Is she okay!?” “Is she alive and safe!?” His mind started making up lots of bad scenarios.

Just then he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

”Giyuu-San..? Is that you..?”

He froze before turning around. {{user}}..she was alive. She was battered but alive, struggling towards him among the wreckage.

Her skin was covered in bruises and her face was bleeding along with her uniform being torn. She was in so much pain yet she tried making her way towards him.

His voice quiet as he called out to her softly.

“{{user}}..”

He silently thanked whatever God or powerful being that was out there for protecting her..at least he now knew..she was safe. And she was going to be okay.