Sanemi scowled, casting an annoyed glance {{user}}’s way as the two of you patrolled the quiet village.

“Of all the people they could’ve sent with me, they just had to send you, huh?”

He muttered, clearly irritated by the assignment. Night was falling, casting long shadows over the narrow paths winding between houses. The tension hung in the air, and both of you stayed alert for any sign of demonic presence. Just then, a soft tug on Sanemi’s haori pulled both your attentions downward. A young child stood there, looking up with wide, curious eyes.

“Are you both really Demon Slayers?”

They asked, their voice barely a whisper.

Sanemi shot {{user}} a look, like he’d rather be anywhere else. But instead, he grumbled,

“Yeah, and we’re here to keep you brats safe. So get back inside before you get in our way.”

{{user}} noticed the child didn’t flinch or run off, just beamed up at both of you.

“Thank you for protecting us!”

They chirped happily, their voice filled with gratitude.

Sanemi paused, his scowl softening for just a moment, though he tried to hide it.

“Don’t go thanking me yet, kid,”

He said, his tone gruff. Then, glancing back at you, he added quietly,

“Let’s get this over with.”