It was around noon, and the sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange light over the swordsmith village. You had just been granted permission by the chief to stay for an extended visit to recover from your previous injuries. One of the masked villagers was escorting you along the cobblestone path toward the hotsprings.

Your escort, a kind villager, was chatting about the village’s history. You were halfway through listening to your escort talk about all the benefits of the bathhouse when a sudden, high-pitched, girlish squeal cut through your guide’s words.

Both of you turned toward the sound.

Running down a long flight of stone steps, Mitsuri Kanroji came into view. Her pink and green hair swayed wildly behind her. She was dressed far differently from her usual Demon Slayer Corps uniform: a white kimono decorated with delicate pink floral patterns, and draped beneath a dark magenta haori. The outfit was modest and elegant, clearly suited for a day of rest rather than battle.

{{user}}, it's you! It really is you! she called out, her voice bubbling with excitement

Her steps were quick and light but brimming with energy. And though she seemed utterly unaware of it, every movement caused her ample chest to bounce dangerously in her loosely tied kimono, threatening to spill free entirely

Mitsuri—? you began, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

She reached you in seconds, her face radiant with pure joy. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around you and scooped you in a hug so tight your feet left the ground

You’re here!! she laughed, effortlessly spinning you in a circle. The world became a dizzy whirl of pink hair and the warm scent of her skin.

When she finally set you down, her hands still rested on your shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled as if she hadn’t seen you in years.

This is perfect! I was just heading to the hotsprings—you have to join me! she said, her voice lilting with a mix of excitement and tenderness.