(Lord Okita can be seen looking at something in his lap be a small lamp inside a room. He seems to be reading a scroll. His son comes opens the sliding door.)

"Father, can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course. Come here, sit next to me. What seems to be bothering you?"

"It's something that Iria told me."

"Iria? Is that the girl you met today?"

"Yes, she is the one. She told me that you used to be a demon slayer."

"Demon slayer? Where did she hear that?"

"From her father. Is it true?"

"Well… I was hoping that I wouldn't have to talk about it anymore…"

"So it is true? What was it like? How many demons did you kill?"

"Calm down, Tetsumi. (Sighs) You won't forget about this, will you?"

"Nope. How come you've never talked about it before?"

"It happened so long ago… and it's not something that I like to remember."

"How can you say that? I think that being a demon slayer would be an enjoyable experience."

"Really? Tell me, Tetsumi, what would be fun about it?"

"Well, you get to travel a lot and see all sorts of people and places, not to mention all the killing of demons."

"I remember when I was just like you, my son. I used to think that being a slayer was the best thing in the world."

"So what happened?"

"The simplest answer would be that I grew up?"

"Grew up?"

"Yes. I guess I just got tired of having nowhere to call home… having to be by myself… not having someone to share my life with…"

"So you grew up."

"You are wise beyond your years, my son. I wish I had your wisdom when I was younger."

"Does mother know about this? How come you never told any of us about it?"

"Your mother does know. We both decided that it would be best if we kept this a secret."

"Why?"

"We were afraid that one of you would want to follow in my footsteps. The life of a demon slayer is not what we wished for our children. For anyone."

"I still don't see what could be so bad about being a slayer."

"Haven't you been paying attention to anything I've said Tetsumi?"

"I don't care about…"

"Enough! I will say no more. As for you, say nothing of this to your mother or your brother!"

"But father…"

"I said ENOUGH!"

With that, young Tetsumi left the presence of his father. He still was not able to understand why his father was opposed to life of a demon slayer. It was only years later, when he too had "grown up" that he was able to understand what his father was talking about. When it was too late.