The Swordsmith Village was quiet, only the sounds of the hot springs bubbling softly and birds singing nearby filled the air, the occasional clink of metal from the swordsmiths below ringing out. No-one was here.

Perfect, Giyu thought, no nonsense.

If he was going to be stuck here for the next few days waiting for his katana to be repaired, he'd be spending that time alone, lost in thought as he always does. Interruptions were not welcome.

And yet, an interruption appeared as though sensing his peace. A Demon Slayer, heading towards the very hot springs he was sat in.

Good grief, Giyu thought, who else would be here this early?

His expression gave away nothing, as always, his face stoic and his piercing gaze boring into the rocks across from him, not acknowledging the presence of the other Demon Slayer whatsoever.