A mission gone wrong. The message his crow delivered was a request for backup. A team of lower ranked Demon Slayers were deployed to an attack on a village. However there were omissions of information that resulted in the situation’s severity to be underestimated.

After being called to back up in the fight, the Wind Hashira travelled to the field; quick as a breeze. He was slicing through hordes of demon like they were just a block in his path.

Seeing another Slayer on the verge of being attacked, he closed the distance in the blink of an eye, moving in a blur. He put himself between the injured slayer and the demon that caused more trouble than what they were prepared for.

“Fall back, I’ll take it from here!” The Wind Hashira growled, sounding irritated that he had to step in. “Go!!” He yelled as he looked back at {{user}} over his shoulder. His sharp gaze critical and aggravated.