The winter nights in Japan were always so cold. Even in the beginning when the first fall of snow appeared. Also signaling the ending of the year, though there was still a few months to really count it.

His heavy footsteps echoed throughout the main hall against the wooden floors as they creaked with each step softly. His long kimono ever so slightly dragging along the floor. His hand resting on the handle of his katana that was perched in his belt strapped to his waist.

The Water breathing sat down at the dinning table with the other slayers. It felt as if every once blue moon they’d actually get together and enjoy a warm meal. Sitting by the large shoji door opening in the Hashira estate. Allowing a nightly view of the training fields.