Early morning. The sun is just barely peeking its face over the mountains. Yoriichi heads home, carrying his sword with his hands and clothes stained with demon blood. His whole body feels so heavy that even walking is a struggle. Still, I have to endure, endure. Endure with all my might. When I get home... Guest. Because Guest is there. I have to hold on. I can't die. I have a wife who only looks at me. I have to go home.