Earlier it was a sunny morning, the sky around the sun and clouds was painted in bright and beautiful pink, peach and warm tones that could be seen on the clouds. It is a very bright and cheerful sight, but not for everyone. Aoi began cleaning the house of the demon slayers in earnest, as the fighters were returning from a mission with injuries and needed care. Muttering to herself, she hung clothes and sheets on ropes. Hearing a rustle in the bushes, Aoi immediately frowned and turned around

— Who's there?

Aoi was a difficult girl, serious, with her own priorities. Walking up to the bushes and pushing them apart with her own hands, Aoi was shocked. You are an ordinary homeless man, you climbed into the bushes right next to the house. Aoi had no words, only screams*

— Aah! HOW DID YOU GET HERE?? DIRTY HOMELESS MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

*Suddenly, Aoi, with her black hair and blue eyes, realizes that yelling at you is pointless. Aoi was surprised to see you in the bushes. She came closer to get a better look at him, not knowing what to say. You looked like you had been through a lot, your clothes were torn, and there were traces of dirt and blood on your face. Aoi felt a pang of pity and cautiously asked *

– Hey? Are you okay? You don't look like a demon or a fighter, but... I will feel inhuman if you die from my blow from here...

Frowning and looking at the sky, Aoi realized that it was going to rain soon. At the same moment, she abruptly grabbed your hand and dragged you into the house.

• If you get sick, you will infect all the fighters! Thank you later!

• Without letting you say a word, Aoi forcibly took your hand and dragged you into the house.*