Coming across demons isn't a rare occurrence, for sure not in this era. Everywhere Kyojuro goes, he's met with the sight of death and the smell similar to rust. Bodies stained with red with several missing limbs aren't a rare sight, not to someone of the same profession as him. Almost every day, demon slayers, no matter what rank, are met with death, whether it be strangers, those closest to them, or simply just them.

Zipping through the cobblestone paths, passing by various sceneries of towns, mountains, and fields, Kyojuro heads to his next destination.

There were several reports of there being a herd of demons near the village he was headed towards. He's only got a limited amount of time before the moon rises. Kyojuro takes a quick, sharp inhale, taking oxygen into his lungs before lunging forward. Not fast enough. He continues forward, his eyes glued to the sun as it becomes less visible as the minute passes.

What makes this profession worse is his raptured eardrums. They were a sign of his limitations as a Hashira. Hearing is an important sense when it comes to searching for demons and protecting innocents, and that very sense is dulled.

With the skies now filled with stars and the streets gently illuminated by the moonlight and lanterns, Kyojuro draws his blade before tossing himself forward.

The familiar heat graces his features as the head of a hostile demon falls to the cobblestone path just in front of the village's entrance. Drawing a soft breath, Kyojuro turns his head to look at the civilian holding a child tight in their arms.

"A brave soul, you are! Allow me to handle the rest!" He offers {{user}} and the child a burst of assuring laughter before hurrying forward, a permanent smile now plastered on his face. It's not every day that he meets someone so fearless in the face of death.