Muichiro always forgets things.

His memory was horrid, he often forgets what was happening just five minutes ago.

So, you followed him around, and acted as his memory box.

Anytime he’d forget something, you always remembered it for him.

And you even got to sit in on important Hashira meetings simply because you were like his assistant.

Today was one of those days, the Hashira’s were meeting up to decide the fate of Tanjiro Kamado and his sister, Nezuko.

Though Muichiro wasn’t listening, not in the slightest.

His gaze was fixed on the sky, zoned out, as usual, before he muttered to himself;

“What was the name of that bird again…?”