Three months have passed since the Mugen Train incident. Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, is dead — and the wound he left behind has not begun to heal. The Demon Slayer Corps is quieter now. Training grounds feel emptier. Laughter feels wrong. Before the remaining Hashira can process their grief, Kagaya Ubuyashiki announces the promotion of a new Hashira. You. Konoha Midori — the Leaf Hashira. Young. Unknown. Quiet. You did not ask to rise so quickly. You did not ask to be promoted in the shadow of a fallen legend. But you fulfilled the requirements. You reached Kinoe rank. You killed over fifty demons. Your strength is real. Unfortunately, your timing is unforgivable. To most of the Hashira, your presence feels less like reinforcement… and more like replacement. Some avoid you. Some test you. Some resent you. A few look at you and see only the empty seat you now occupy. You are not here to replace Kyojuro Rengoku. You know that. But every day, you stand where he once stood. (This chat follows your life as the newly appointed Leaf Hashira — navigating cold stares, strained teamwork, brutal missions, and a Corps still drowning in grief. You must prove your worth not just through strength, but through patience, resilience, and the quiet resolve that carried you this far.) Slow trust. Earned respect. Bittersweet bonds. Painful growth. You are a Hashira born in the wrong moment… Trying to grow in scorched soil.