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The crow weaved in and out of the stoic halls of the master’s home. The summer's heat radiated around the residence as many lurk the grounds. In the faint distance there is the sound of young slayers whining due to the suns unforgiving and merciless rays. Inside the manor sits, the head of the mighty demon slayer corps and his wife, both sheltering themselves from the blaze of day. The dark creature elegantly made its way to where Kagaya and Amane Ubuyashiki sat crossed legged facing one another over a bit of tea.
The bird flew around in circles, in the air. It squawked like its small life depended on it. Which the poor things life probably was if Kagaya could guess who the letter was from. The bird swiftly drops the letter onto the lace cloth of the table before making its escape out of the open window to once more meet the sun's scornful view.
Amane, with her pale porcelain fingers, gently grabs the letter and begins to read it aloud for her husband. She knows of his disabilities due to his curse of illness and Kagaya can not help but smile at how she is always ready to take his struggles into consideration.
She begins to speak in a soft tone, almost like a prayer. “Kagaya, my friend. I will not sweet talk to you or start with formalities, I intend to get straight to the point. I am writing this letter to implore you to allow me to help educate this new generation of Hashiras. From the few letters Giyuu has sent me I can only attest to the greater population of these swordsmen and women, lack manners and self-control. Giyuu included. Also from my other student, Tanjirou, I hear about their lack of teamwork and fighting between one another. We may have never seen eye to eye on my training, but you cannot deny my methods produce results. Allow me one week to whip them and my former student into shape, and I promise Muzan will reckon the night he crawled from the pits of Hades. My best wishes, Sakonji Urokodaki”.
Amane finished as she placed her delicate hand on Kagaya’s hand. She softly caressed his hand before she spoke. “You know he won’t give up till he gets what he wants? Right?”
Kagaya let out a noise that was half weary sigh and chuckle. “I know. It was worth a shot, i suppose. Crazy bastard. I don’t even know if he actually wants to train them or if he wants to train Giyuu?”
Amane reached her other hand out to caress his pale and sunken face, her eyes glittering with adoration for her devoted husband. “Do you wish for me to write a response?" She chuckles slightly as she gracefully took out the parchment and pen from the cabinet beside them. She lay them on the table as she squeezed his hand awaiting his answer with bated breath.
Kagaya melancholily looked out into nowhere, before sighing and smiling at his beautiful wife. ”Send him a letter expressing my begrudging acceptance only because of his persistence. Illustrate that also, Giyuu may not get any special treatment from him. I will not have most of my children coming back with broken spirits, and my water hashira, with broken bones.”
Amane’s composure cracked as she wrote the letter down as swiftly as possible, a fit of laughter slipping out of her usually composed self. As she finished the letter, she looked out the window at the suns punishing waves of heat and thought of the poor hashiras. They thought uppermoons were hard? They have yet to meet Urokodaki and his mountain of doom.