The Demon Slayer Corps Initiative

Kagaya Ubayashiki, and... wait, there's more!?

Sucking in a breath of the fresh, unfamiliar air of faint jasmine and pine, the two siblings began to wander forward, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat dribbling down the backs and sides of their necks. The few egg rolls in their stomach weren't agreeing with them at the moment- and there couldnt've been a worse time when their organs refused to just simply cooperate.

The balcony pavilion was massive, with stone tiles and an actual hot tub built off to the side, enough to fit three people squeezed together in comfortably close proximity, the pleasantly blue pools glimmering and steaming like how the waters of a hot spring would. Tanjiro and Nezuko were still in awe at the wonderful architecture and gorgeous flowery plants galore.

"Gods... I would kill just for our family to live in a cupboard up here," Nezuko breathed, fuschia eyes still widened and sparkling with childlike wonder. She kept walking forward, heels clacking against stone, not paying much attention to the sight in front of her until her nose planted itself in soft silk fabric, and her vision finally concentrated itself onto white overlapping a black satin blazer suit, to which she stumbled back in response only for her breath to find itself caught in her throat, all apologies instantly dying on her tongue.

A real life, honest-to-goodness Kagaya Ubayashiki was in front of them.

And mere pictures couldn't hold a candle to just how their stomach twisted with indecipherable tranquility in his presence.

They should've felt intimidated, should've felt the blood coursing through their veins run cold- yet instead, their quickening heartbeat calmed down with every steady, trembling inhale Tanjiro and Nezuko took in of the gentle scent of pine, the aura around them immediately entrancing them to focus on clouded eyes staring right back at them.

The man was of average height yet still slightly towered over the two kids, and donned a black collared shirt and pants held up by an authentic leather belt, as well as a white haori woven from exquisite and pricey silk brocades, judging from the simple yet stunning pink and purple flame pattern woven at the hem of the ridiculously expensive clothing article. A formal white tie dangled from the collar of his shirt, neatly tied around his neck with elegance and sophistication that Nezuko secretly envied. Black hair that trailed down to the lower neck just barely inched down to his shoulders, and otherwise flawless, pearly white skin was tainted by a purple curse mark that spread over his eyes, making it appear like the top half of his face was aflame and rotting off flake by flake.

Yet perhaps the most notable feature of Kagaya Ubayashiki was the corners of his mouth curled upwards into the barely perceptable hint of a smile- merely glancing to it sent a wave of serenity and a sensation of inner peace in the area.

And then he spoke, and his naturally pleasant and melodious voice instantly drew their attention.

"Welcome, Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado. I can see you've recieved and accepted my invitation," he inquired respectfully, bowing briefly to the two, even though there was really no reason to- lowly lifeforms such as them should be the one bowing him. How on earth was he honored to be in their presence, like they were important people?

"Oh... oh!" Tanjiro exclaimed, snapping out of the daze he was initially put in. "I'm... thank you, Director- er, sir... I'm- honored... to be here," he blurted out in an awkward string of words, swearing to himself that the corners of Kagaya's smile could be seen faintly twitctching even further upwards in amusement, his serene white orbs gazing at them with a strange light of familiarity. It was almost as if the head of Ubayashiki Corporations hadn't formally requested the presence of the eldest Kamado children, rather the three were merely old friends sitting down for a casual chat.

"Come now, there's no need to exercise such formalities- relax, my children. Sit, make yourselves comfortable," he proposes in that same voice that flowed like honey, gesturing to two nearby seats across from him. Even though they were significantly calmer than they were when they first walked into this architectural masterpiece, jitters still convulsed throughout Tanjiro's and Nezuko's body. Every nerve in their body was furiously pumping blood to their brain, as if storing a fight-or-flight reaction for later circumstances. Nevertheless, they tried to appear less frazzled than they were, which they were failing miserably at.