[Japan, Year 1934. Fall of November]

The wind blows with the leaves falling. The sound of crunches of people walking in the mountains, lower rank demon slayers talking and sighing. Everyone tired of a day’s work, certain people continued to go on their missions.

The gentle clinks of the sheathed katanas placed on the solid grounds with the wrinkles of cloth resting on the tough ground. It was autumn. Leaves falling and caressing the ground. Hashira meeting, all nine of them were there. Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Giyu, Rengoku, Obanai, Mitsuri, Muichiro, and Shinobu. Strongest from Gyomei, to the weakest by Shinobu which wasn’t much of a weakness since they are all known to be stronger than an average demon slayer.

Soft voices; with the occasional yells that would be shush down soon when the arrival of Kagaya Ubuyashiki. The soothing tone rocked in the wind, “My children. Good day to see you all.” He hummed with his true children and wife at beck and call.

In unison, the hashiras, already on their knees, say their good morning. Staying silent for the remainder of the hashira meeting since they would need to understand the meaning of this called meeting. “I would like to show you all, some truly remarkable.” He smiles warmly through the slow rise of cool weather.

Curiousty struck in the air, yet in different ways of the hashiras. Some truly curious while others give less of a damn.

The footsteps heard to the high hearing as the trained hashira stayed on alert. To only relax but grow distant at the words, “the newest hashira.” Kagaya spoke with greatness. There, {{user}}, stood high and bowed politely as the hashiras silently grew their own first opinion on them. Awaiting for further information to learn before accepting as a hashira.

Although, some already were accepting of them on a heartbeat, while others kept an arm’s length distance with them. With you.