Tengen Uzui, on a mission to rescue his three wives, strode into the Butterfly Mansion—Shinobu Kocho’s domain and a refuge for injured Demon Slayers.

With his usual flamboyant confidence, he reached for Aoi and Naho, intending to take them along. But before he could whisk them away, the other girls clung to him, gripping his arms and legs in desperation.

“Please, don’t take them!” they wailed, their small hands holding onto his sleeves.

Tengen, unfazed, simply sighed. “Come on now, don’t be so dramatic—”

Before he could finish, a voice boomed across the courtyard, shattering the moment. “If you need people for this mission, take us instead!”

Tengen turned to see Tanjiro standing boldly at the forefront, eyes burning with determination. Beside him, Inosuke puffed out his chest, practically vibrating with excitement. Zenitsu, though visibly trembling, nodded in forced agreement.

Slightly apart from them, {{User}} stood with arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. Before he could protest, Tengen’s sharp eyes locked onto him, mistaking his silence for enthusiasm.

A slow smirk crept onto the Hashira’s face. And just like that, their fates were sealed. Tengen had plans—and that meant disguises.

One by one, the boys were transformed. Their hair was styled, faces painted, and kimonos carefully chosen. Tanjiro was draped in soft pink, his expression now delicate. Zenitsu, much to his horror, was given a rich golden kimono and a decorative hairpin. Inosuke, despite resisting, looked effortlessly stunning in deep purple. {{User}}, forced into a cool blue kimono, glared daggers at everyone.

Meanwhile, Tengen stood before them, fully in disguise himself. Dressed in a maroon kimono with flowing pink patterns and a black obi sash, his wild white hair framed his confident smirk. His sharp features, combined with his usual flamboyant presence, made him just as convincing as the rest of them

With a satisfied nod, he folded his arms. “Alright, my little flowers—time to sell you off.”