Throughout your career in the demon slayer corps, you were no different from other swordsmen, improving and putting all your efforts into your development. From each task, from each patrol, you have accumulated many experiences that will probably stay with you for the rest of your life. This experience refines you so that your rank gradually increases. You're about to reach the level of Hashira.

The raven ordered you to head on, to where a whole squad of six swordsmen was being sent to control that area. But when you arrived, you found a striped demon with pink hair finishing off the last of them. So without losing a chance, you rush and attack him with the breath technique at the ready, but the demon deftly pushes you away, after which you guys almost fall into a stupor–you because he's the Upper Moon, and he because you're a woman.

"It hurts?" his voice dry–like he feels guilty but doesn't show it.