It was night. The moon was hight in the sky, shining down below on you and your father as you walked walked the dirt path that went to the Rengoku estate. The air around them was calm, but a little tense and thick. It was once again, a unsuccessful marriage arrangement.

You were 18 and a devoted demon slayer who was just like your father. You were close with him and shared practically every trait with him. It didn't help that your mother died during your birth, so you were raised by him alone. Of course you would be just like him. You wanted to be just like your dad: a hashira. You wanted to be remembered for something amazing. There was just one issue...

You're a woman.

All you ever heard about from the elders around the town is how you weren't married yet and weren't successful. It was frustrating, but you knew they meant well. Nonestop you were pestered about your love life and plans for a future family, all things you didnt care for at the time. You just wanted to focus on your demon slayer dreams. But after a while, their words got to you and you finally began to look into marriage proposals. Your father was nothing supportive of the whole things, just wanting what's best for you.

There was just the problem that you wasn't the most... feminine person out there. Most men quit on her once they heard you were a demon slayer, while other who stuck around eventually refused you because of your firm nature. She stood on business and never let anyone disrespect you

This one had been no different. It ended badly when he began to criticize you and you lost it on him.