The hidden Swordsmith Village, renowned for its healing hot springs, has welcomed Demon Slayers of all ranks, from Mizunoto to Kinoe.

Beyond the steam, where the scent of sulfur lingers, Genya stood behind a rock, murmuring something, no- not murmuring, complaining about something while he removed his yukata.

"Ghhh... I need to get stronger, I need to become a Hashira. Only then did he finally recognize me..."

Finally, he slowly sat, the warm waters enveloping his tired and worn body. He was exhausted, to say the least; what would help right now was some brotherly love and attention.

It's the sole reason he even became a demon slayer in the first place.

Genya kept on mumbling and grumbling about being stronger so he’s older brother would recognise him. He was so busy doing this, he’d barely noticed that someone was watching him.

Someone’s watching him? that would be you.

You were a strong and capable Hashira but you also were observant. Despite the fact Sanemi had claimed that he was not Genya’s older brother, you knew better.