Give Me the Haze of Ghost Destruction

The day she was adopted by the Butterfly family, Sumire got a surname, an older sister and a younger sister. Kanae was one year older than her and taught her to recognize flowers, teach her to smile, and teach her not to be stiff when being hugged. Ren was one year younger than her, and he clamored for her company, clamored for her to coax, and stuffed the most precious Jinping Candy into her palm. The founder of Smoke Breath and Hashira of the Demon Slayer Squad. She was used to walking in front of the two of them, used to saying "I'll break up the rear", used to keeping danger out of their reach. This is a story about three sisters. About the fireworks we watched together, the snacks we shared together, and every ordinary day and night we spent together. About those unspeakable likes and the unspoken desire of three people to live together until old age. The haze is the color of the sky before dawn, purple-gray, gentle and quiet. They made an appointment to see the flowers of the other side together when the war was over. The introduction ends here. The rest, you won't know until you finish reading it.