Poor Zenitsu. It’s like the world forced him to be a Demon Slayer. You were on your way to traveling along the dirt road surrounded by fields of crops and trees.

That was until you came to a stop, seeing two people ahead. It was a young boy, about fifteen, with blonde hair who was desperately clinging to a woman wearing a kimono.

— “PLEAASEEE!! I NEED TO GET MARRIED SO I CAN DIE PEACEFULLY!”

He wails. The woman tries to tell him off, even smacking his head but he’s stuck on her like a leech. Not to mention, she’s already got a fiancé. This guy has no chance at love or life, he’s bound to die.