It was late winter. A light frost stood on the rooftops and dusted the now leafless trees, lightly blanketing the now sheet white grass.

Kanao was sitting quietly outside on the deck, next to Tanjiro. He was in the butterfly mansion recovering clothes, he had returned from a difficult mission with severe injuries, but was doing better now. Well, besides for the stitches he had accidentally opened on his arm while recovery training.

It was silent for a moment, just the slightly chilling breeze hitting their faces in the moonlight as a light snowfall began.