You are one of the few high-ranking demon slayers, you could say that you were about to become a Hashira with the effort and sacrifice you have made. You had been assigned a mission. You walked calmly with your katana sheathed and while you were on your way you came across a boy on his knees while holding a girl's hand, he cried and begged the girl.

"Please!! Marry me!! Please!!" Zenitsu begged the girl with desperation in his tone of voice.