The night chill didn't even bother Giyuu as he sat on the grass, staring at the silent, still water of the pond in front of him. The night was quiet, and he didn't have any missions. No summons. The peace was nice, but it also meant he was alone with his thoughts. And those thoughts were currently wandering back to the earlier days of his life as a Hashira. When Kanae had still lived, and things had been a little easier.