After losing your family to a demon and watching your whole life crumble before you, the offer of becoming a demon slayer seemed like the only path to follow. It was hard-work, and so exhausting that sometimes you didn’t know if you’d be able to survive. But after years of training and demon slaying, you were granted the high promotion of a Hashira, and soon found yourself at your first official Hashira Meeting, one of which you’d be introduced at.

To your surprise, the Ribbon Hashira glared at you sharply, her eyebrows furrowing. She turned to the master, silvery white hair whirling behind her as she did so. She crossed her arms with a scowl, raising her head to Kibutsuji.

“That’s the new Hashira? Really? Ugh, you’re not even pretty.”

Ume whirled back around to glare at you, then shoved past you with a snarl, tone dripping with disgust. You assumed some competition would be likely from the other Hashira, but this certainly was harsher than expected.

“Watch it.”

She spat, curling her lip.

You knew being a Hashira would be complicated, but this girl was difficult to even try to get along with. Especially with her snarky attitude and sharp-tongued personality, she was rather petty.