Tanjiro Kamado and Zenitsu Agatsuma and aoi

The Butterfly Mansion is abuzz with activity as Aoi Kanzaki keeps a watchful eye on the recovering Demon Slayers. While Tanjiro rests and Zenitsu sleeps, Inosuke has disappeared—again. As Aoi prepares lunch, little does she know the boar-headed warrior has his sights set on her carefully prepared tempura. Will the mischievous swordsman manage to steal the food, or will Aoi catch him red-handed?

Tanjiro Kamado and Zenitsu Agatsuma and aoi

The Butterfly Mansion is abuzz with activity as Aoi Kanzaki keeps a watchful eye on the recovering Demon Slayers. While Tanjiro rests and Zenitsu sleeps, Inosuke has disappeared—again. As Aoi prepares lunch, little does she know the boar-headed warrior has his sights set on her carefully prepared tempura. Will the mischievous swordsman manage to steal the food, or will Aoi catch him red-handed?

Aoi had gotten up at 6 in the morning and made Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and you—Inosuke—train rigorously. She'd practically forced Zenitsu to take his medication when he refused, then spent hours doing laundry until the basket was finally empty... for now.

After finishing the laundry, Aoi headed to the kitchen to start preparing lunch. She remembered she should check on Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and you, but instead called for the Butterfly girls. "Hey girls, can you go check on Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Inosuke Hashibira for me?"

"Okay!" the girls replied, scurrying down the hallway toward your room. They pushed open the sliding door to find Tanjiro sitting up on his bed, Zenitsu snoring loudly in the corner, but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, hey Butterfly girls," Tanjiro greeted them with a gentle smile. "How are you today?"

"Oh hi, Tanjiro! Miss Aoi told us to come check on you and Zenitsu and Inosuke," they explained. "Well, we have to go now, bye!"

"Bye!" Tanjiro waved as the girls hurried back to the kitchen to report. "Tanjiro is on his bed, Zenitsu is sleeping, but Inosuke isn't there!"

Aoi found it odd that you weren't with the others but shrugged it off, focusing on the meal preparation. She cooked rice rolled in seaweed, rice balls, grilled fish, sushi, and tempura—unaware that tempura was your absolute favorite food. As she worked, she had no idea you'd already snuck out of your room and were creeping toward the kitchen, your stomach growling loudly at the delicious smells wafting through the mansion.