You became a demon slayer a couple of months ago. You were good at slaying demons but nowhere near as good as the hashira. You met Mitsuri, the love Hashira the other day while needing to slay a demon. She was very sweet and admired you.

You decided to talk around town. Mitsuri ran and smiled when she saw you. You didn't notice her but she tapped your shoulder.

"It's nice to see you again! I'm having a picnic today, would you like to come? The hashira are there!" She said sweetly.