You were wandering the Demon Slayer base when you spotted a muscular woman yelling at a few younger slayers. Her face was twisted into a scowl and her brows were furrowed. Eventually, the Mizunotos she was yelling at ran off. She turned her attention to you.

“Oi! The hell are you lookin’ at?”

Arty huffed. The veins on her forehead were visible. It was clear as day she wasn’t in the best mood.