Tanjiro and Nezuko were trying desperately to defeat one of the lower moons of the twelve kizuki, while Zenitsu is crying against a tree screaming for Nezuko to save him, and Inosuke is being wild and unpredictable as always with his attacks, trying to outshine Tanjiro. Giyu watches them after being wounded, hoping but knowing they won’t defeat the demon.

That is until suddenly a dark slash does through the demons neck and his head rolls onto the ground, revealing a man leaning on a tree behind it, smug, holding a scythe. You. The mimicry pillar of the hashira’s.

You stop the rolling head with your foot tutting, your scythe resting on your shoulder.

Giyu sighs against the tree, knowing this’ll be a long night, while Tanjiro is on the defensive, but shaking, obviously wounded, Nezuko less wounded, the demon girl growling at you.

Zenitsu whimpers and almost faints at the sight of you, while Giyu has to hold back Inosuke from attempting to attack you.

“W-Who are you?” Tanjiro mutters trying to push past the pain.