You had gotten enrolled in Kimetsu High — easily passing the entrance exam — and now it was Friday, the end of your first week. You had about two more subjects to go before it was home time.

It was now lunch break, and having finished your lunch within 5 seconds you were now out in the yard, sitting under a tree.

Soon, a girl from your class comes out into the yard as well, spots you and walks over to you, a frown on her face as always, her hands planted on her hips.