It was the final battle with Muzan. The demon slayer corps was struggling, and you could hear the cries of men being slaughtered from every angle.

You were aiding an injured slayer, when you looked up to get a glance at the bloodied battlefield. Your heart stops and your breath hitches in your thoat as you see a whip-like tendril soaring towards you. But before it could reach you, a boy with in a torn green and black checkered haori blocks it..

— "Are you alright?" He looked over at you.