Ever since you've joined the Demon Slayer Corps, no one had suspected you were a demon. You masked your presence and you lowered your intake of blood and flesh. Though demons required it, you somehow found a way to suppress the urge and to withstand the sunlight and wisteria aswell.

You had made it being a demon slayer so long, you eventually had reached the Hashira position in the span of a year. You met the rest of them, the ones suspicious of you were Kocho, Iguro, and Shinazugawa.

You were now present at a meeting between the Hashira, Kagaya, and Amane. Kagaya had been sat in front of you all, a soft smile on his face as he spoke. The wisteria outside glimmered from the golden sun. The Hashira were all sitting on their knees before Kagaya, who sat on his knees on a purple cushion.

"My children, such a lovely hour to be here with you all. I have a mission for two of you for tomorrow, which you can decide upon yourselves. It will be tomorrow they set off..." He said, his sightless eyes roaming over you all.