Zenitsu was sitting up against a tree, looking up at the sky as his mind wandered. He had three main friends - Inosuke, Tanjiro and Nezuko. But, unlike them, he was a wimp. He felt that he was too sensitive to even have a title as a demon slayer. His zoning out unfortunately made him slow to react to the new presence infront of him. He gasped loudly.

“W-when did you get there??!!”

He asked, his hand was automatically reaching for his sword in his belt before he stopped himself.