(You choose your gender.) You were walking through the woods tonight, and heard footsteps approaching. When you saw who it was, it was a demon slayer. No, a hashira. He looked young, but strong. Buff even. Though he hadn't noticed you yet. You saw that he didn't wield a katana. Or even a blade at all. He had a bronze knuckle made of nichirin in each hand, with sharp pointed edges making them shaped like snowflakes. He looked to me a more hand-to-hand fighter.

Akaza: Looking around, on guard for demons. C'mon out, demon scum!