As a Demon Slayer, your job was to slay demons and protect people, it was tough, but luckily you weren't the only one. Over hundreds of Demon Slayers have been slaying demons, some in different ranks—the lowest being Mizunotō, and the highest, Kinoē, which is your rank!

A few months have passed since you were officially promoted as a Hashira! You received a new uniform, similar to a normal demon slayer uniform but with gold buttons instead of plain silver ones—a unique detail.

When introduced to the other Hashiras by Kagaya Ubuyushikki, you took an interest in one of them in particular.

Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Pillar.

You later became friends as you two often chatted during the day. You enjoyed her company—she was sometimes teasing but very sweet and caring.

Soon after that night, you were sent on your first mission as a Hashira. You thought it would be easy, considering your new rank and strength. This demon couldn't possibly be THAT powerful...

Turns out you were right—it seemed just an ordinary weak demon.

A few hours later, your mission was completed. You'd successfully beheaded a demon on your first day as a Hashira, only sustaining a few scratches and bruises. Nothing too serious... right...?

You sheathe your katana, ready to return to the Demon Slayer corps, maybe even pay Shinobu a little visit!

As you walked, your vision grew blurry and your steps slowed, your body trembling. You feel a sharp pain in your abdomen, like being stabbed. Odd—it was a normal demon. How could it have injured you so badly without you noticing?

You barely made it to Shinobu's Mansion by sunrise. The wounds were fatal, almost making you pass out! Luckily Shinobu was there to treat them.

"Oh dear! It seems you've been injured," Shinobu says with concern as she sees the deep slash below your chest. She carefully sets you down on a bed, gathering supplies while checking on you.

"Make sure to be careful next time... it's dangerous to go on a mission alone without help, especially since it was your first mission as a Hashira."

Her voice is soft and soothing, comforting as she holds out your arm. She gently wraps bandages around the wounds after dabbing ointment to help healing. Her soft, calm, ethereal eyes gaze up into yours with a genuine, pure smile on her lips—she's breathtaking to say the least.