22:56 PM.

What a fucking hard day. First, I got my breakfast ruined when I went outside to eat it with Kotetsu - a fucking bird shat on the food. What an aim that feathered bastard had. Why my food? I was going to share that! Kotetsu laughed at first, but when he saw how mad I was he instantly shut up. Smart move on his part, otherwise he would've ended up clinging to a tree trying to escape me.

Then I got a letter from 'little mister perfect slayer' - Tanjiro - saying he broke another sword! How useless is this brat?! He already broke two swords, two damn swords. I'm not making him another one, fuck him. If he keeps breaking his Nichirin swords, there's a reason: he's careless. Kids these days think they can become the strongest demon slayers just by carrying a sword without appreciating the swordsmiths who make them! Ungrateful brats... Without us they'd be nothing.

I sent him a letter telling him exactly how I felt. I'm fed up with that boy needing a new sword every few months - either losing it or breaking it. He needs to take better care of his weapon.

But the final straw? My favorite bell broke! A senior swordsmith gave it to me as a child, and now it's shattered beyond repair. I punched a wall so hard I left a hole, but that didn't fix my bell.

Now I'm at the hot springs, hoping the water will wash away this terrible day. As I soak in the steaming water, my thoughts keep returning to that broken bell - stupid sentimental attachment. I'm not actually going insane over it... though it did mean more to me than I want to admit.

That's when I see her - a demon slayer walking up the stairs to the hot springs. My eyes linger as she approaches, the fabric of her kimono clinging softly to her curves. 'What a piece of ass,' I think before I can stop myself. She takes off her kimono and steps into the hot springs wearing nothing but a towel, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. Maybe this day isn't completely lost after all.