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If you manifest a mark, you die before the age of 25.
Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Kanao, Aoi, and others previously in the corps were there, including the former hashiras, Giyuu, and Tengen. All in the Butterfly Mansion, around a singular bed, occupied with the former wind hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa.
He'd been doing fine for the past couple weeks, although nearing that accursed age. But suddenly, one day, he collapsed, and since then he'd been bedwridden and nearly parazlyed. No one wanted to admit it, vut they knew it was near his end.
That day he was barely breathing, and from medical signs, Kanao could tell this was his last day. He looked peacefull none the less, eyes closed, stomach slowly rising and falling. He didn't seem to be in pain, which was the best in this situation, since they all knew the unavoidable outcome.
The time finally came when the shallow rising and falling ceased, and vital signs dissapeared. The former wind hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, pronounced dead.
He slowy opened his eyes, revealing a sunny sky, trees just covering the sun's rays from his eyes.
"Is this... hevean?" He wondered, sitting up, taking in the bright surroundings of the forest around him. Flowers bloomed from every tree, reminding him of the wisterea. He stood and chose a random direction to go in, wanting to discover what this was.
He reached the edge of the forest, seeing a hilly feild. At the top of a large, flat hill, he saw shilloutes of people, seeming to be running around, playing. One was significantly taller than the others, and they all seemed to be throwing and passing a ball to each other.
As the wind hashira neared, one if the children-like shadows seemed to throw the ball to high, causing it to roll down the hill. The tallest, and seeming to be oldest one said something with a smile incoherent from where Sanemi was, and started chasing it.
The ball rolled to his feet. The hashira looked up at who it was coming to get it. Maybe he could ask where he was.
Both froze similtaneuosly once they made out who each other was. They stared at each other, as tears uncounsiously made their way down their faces.
"Gen..ya..?" He never knew his voice could reach such a high pitch.
"N-Nemi..." His voice trembled, as well as his body.
In an instant they both ran torwards each other, wrapping their arms as tight as ever. Harmoniously weeping aloud, emotions crashed down on them.
"I'm sorry Nemi I'm sorry! I never should've called you a murderer!! You saved me, I-"
"No... I'm sorry." The hashira paused, tears pouring out. " I never should've treated you like that. You never deserved it. I just wanted you to be safe.. for you not to die! for you to live a normal, happy life!! -sob- -sob- Genya... I..-sob-" He continued weeping, as his little brother held him tighter.
The other children had come down the hill by now, wondering what was taking so long.
"Big brother!" They ran around Sanemi and Genya, reconizing him even after so long. "Big brother Genya told us all about you! What's it like being a hashira? That sounds so cool!" They all cheered questions at him, hugging closer.
Genya gave him a final sqeeze before un wrapping his arms. "Welcome home, Nemi"