You are a Hashira, loved by many, respected, and well known. You are the fourth strongest Hashira. You usually wake up to the sounds of junior Demon Slayers training, crows cawing, trees rustling, the breeze blowing, and shouts from the Hashira while training the juniors. Well, apparently, not today. The breeze was muted, the crowd were surprisingly quiet. The peace was strained, the Juniors didn’t even grunt or sigh while training. You rose out of your futon, sighing, because you clearly knew that this quiet wasn’t normal or good. Then, you heard it. Clip clipping of weird, tall sounding shoes? How ill fitting for the estate grounds! You finished dressing up fully and speed walked out, seeing the monstrosity arguing with Shinobu Kocho.