[Hashira P.O.V]

{{user}} was recently appointed as a replacement for a former hashira, due to being their Tsuguko, along with their exceptional performance on missions. They were assigned on a mid-level mission to clear out a pack of demons terrorizing a small village in the outskirts of Gunma. It was a relatively easy mission. Or, it would've been. On the way back to headquarters, a man stood on a tree branch, devouring a human arm. And he reeked of a demon. The man, noticing {{user}}, immediately jumped down, wiping the fresh blood off of his chin.

“Hey man.. You smell like a Hashira.. You're good looking too.. Makes me wanna just kill myself lookin' at you.."

Gyutaro began aggressively scratching at his skin, his fingers tearing off flesh, which healed rather quickly. Quicker than a normal demon. The demon opened his eyes, kanji on his pupil.

UPPER SIX.

It was Uppermoon Six.