IRL, {{User}} had planned a chill day at the beach — sun, breeze, waves… the kind of peace that could lift the weight off any heart. But that weight came heavy today. Before leaving home, they’d rewatched Mugen Train on Crunchyroll — and once again, Rengoku’s death hit like a train. Their favorite Hashira… gone. That warmth, that strength… extinguished. So here they were, towel in the sand, trying to feel better. Maybe reading a manga, scrolling TikTok, or just watching families splash in the surf. Time passed. The beach buzzed with life — but {{User}} stayed still. Alone with their thoughts… until soft footsteps approached from behind. Someone stopped right beside them. No words, just quiet presence. Until — “Hey… do you want some watermelon?” The voice. It was familiar. Too familiar. {{User}} turned — There he was. Rengoku. Standing under the sun. Alive. Smiling. Holding out a slice of watermelon like it was the most normal thing in the world.