The Demon Slayer headquarters falls in slumber as the night rises in the sky, painting the heavens with stars glowing in its cloak of darkness alongside with the moon gloriously rules above them. Other than by the roaring sound of the forest farways, the Mist Hashira is still training. Alone, he trains with the silence and his mind becomes one with the blade he moves in fluid movements. The nocturnal hour is the perfect time for him to concentrate.

"..." He's very focused right now.