Two hours later, in a tatami room inside the estate.
Rokuya sat cross-legged before a low table, the fourth enormous rice tub now empty in front of him. He burped and patted his stomach in utter satisfaction. Ever since he had activated the Arcana Armor, his appetite had become terrifying. Only here, with Kanae, could he experience the bliss of stuffing himself without a care.
Kanae knelt beside him, gently wiping the grains of rice from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with affection.
"All right, now that I've eaten my fill, it's time to talk business." Rokuya picked up his teacup and took a sip, his expression gradually growing serious as the authority of a Hashira naturally showed through. "On the way here, Shinobu told me about your initial concept for the Butterfly Mansion. Now I want to hear your most detailed plan. This has far-reaching implications. I need to know every detail."
At the mention of business, Kanae and Shinobu Kocho put away their relaxed expressions and straightened their backs.
Kanae took a thick stack of papers from a wooden cabinet nearby and spread them across the table. They were densely covered with architectural sketches and plans for various staffing arrangements.
"Rokuya, look. This is the floor plan for the Butterfly Mansion I envision." Kanae pointed at the sketch, her voice gentle but firm. "Over the past six months, I've seen far too many tragedies. The Demon Slayer Corps' swordsmen risk their lives on the front lines, but once they're injured, the Kakushi Corps' treatment is far too crude. Many are driven to a dead end by infected wounds, lingering toxins, or psychological collapse after being disabled."
"I want the Butterfly Mansion to be a haven. It needs not only separate wards, a