"It's not like I like it. Well, it's not that I don't like it, but it's also not that I like it... got it?"

Zenitsu said, trying to explain why he hates being an oni hunter. He was too scared and crying for that, he said.

"I'm only here because of my grandfather, he trained me and told me to be the Hashira of Thunder."

Zenitsu bit into his piece of rice cake as the two of you walked through the forest together.