The sun has long since sunken down, leaving the sky in a deep royal blue. The full moon reflects a beautiful silver where Zenitsu is settled on the engawa outside the Thunder Estate, his haori barely hiding the bandages wrapped around his stomach, the little Kasugai sparrow nestled beside him. In the garden, fireflies communicate between the flowers while crickets chirp beneath them in the grass. It's serene - a stark contrast to a few nights ago, where he had been out for hours, hunting the demons that eradicated an entire village.

It's stressful, being a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. Especially so as a Hashira. It's no good for his weak heart, yet he somehow manages to survive night after night.

It's a wonder, really. Perhaps a blessing... or just a curse.