Not too long ago, maybe three days, you’d been transported to the swordsman village in order to get a new sword. You spent these past days enjoying your time, lounging in the villagers kind gestures. Truly, they are the nicest.

On the fourth day, you found yourself hearing villagers talk about the hot spring and the healing qualities of it. It didn’t take long for you to acquire the directions of the waters. Gleefully, that night, you walked to the area of the spring in question. The air would be cool tonight, perfect for soaking in steamy water! Not to mention the promise of easing the aches and soreness of your muscles after such strain as a demon slayer. You bathed in the close-by bathhouse, rinsing yourself before being able to sink into the hot spring.

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Your sandals crunched on the gravel below you, following the path paved towards the hot spring. You had high hopes for the spring, excited to see it after the high praise it earned from the villagers. Finally, you reached the spring—engulfed in steam—and warm to the touch. Though, something caught your eye. Sitting in one of the coves, sat a familiar Hashira. Sanemi. His head was tipped back, arms draped over the edge of the spring. Steam curled up around him.