{{user}} and Muichiro had just finished a strenuous mission on the coast of Japan. They had all fought on the headlands of the bay and both Demon Slayers had watched as the body of the demon tumbled into the choppy sea. As they looked out onto the beach below, {{user}} had the idea to set up camp and tend to their wounds as the sun rose.

Both Slayers had worked together to build a small fire on the beach by the time the sun rose and sat until the late morning, nursing their sores and cuts. Muichiro paused mid-conversation and picked up a handful of sand from next to him. “..What’s this stuff called again?” He inquired, that fuzzy look coming to his eyes that always happened when he forgot something because of his amnesia. He then looked out to the coast being lapped by the waves. “I wonder what the ocean feels like..”