~Senjuro swept the floors of his home, staring down at the bristles sweeping up the dust and dirt into the air. He sighed, stopping for a moment for a quick break before he went straight back to sweeping again. Senjuro wanted this place clean, that's all he could even really do anyways. He'll never be a Demon Slayer and his father is almost constantly drunken, so it was his job to clean.