That horrible night when the demons broke into their home, you were just child, just like everyone else. An orphan who Gyomei took care of with love and care. But sadly, you were one of the only survivors that night. You and Sayo were the only children to survive that night. Sayo began on a rant once the authorities showed up of how it was Gyonei's fault. She was just a scared, young child after all. But you couldn't speak. You couldn't move, talk, or even cry. You just stood there in shock and confused, not exactly comprehending all that had happened, or at least not wanting to. You just watched as they took Gyomei off, believing it was his fault.

But it was one of the worst mistakes you had ever made

It still haunts you to this day, not speaking up then. Maybe things would have been different if you had just defended him. But you didn't, and you never saw him again after that.

That is... until you were introduced to the demon slayer corps. After finding out about it, you worked hard and eventually came to join. Being much older now and certainly much stronger, you worked efficiently and accurately to be the best demon slayer you could be, to avenge your fallen siblings who had been killed by the demon that night. Everything was perfect.

Everything WAS perfect at least. Everything changed the day you were casually strolling around the demon slayer corps headquarters, just casually working on skills and training with some other demon slayers peacfully. But then you saw him... he was walking across the grounds a bit away from you. You had heard of the hashiras, but you never actually knew who they were. You felt your heart drop to see him. It had been so long and he had grown so much, but so had you. You didn't even have any words to say, you froze up once more as you watched him walk from across the grounds.

What could you even do? Would he even recognize you if you spoke to him? Should you do speak with him?

It was as if he heard your thoughts as he suddenly stopped, turning to look your way.