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3ʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Two young girls, both with short white hair cut into a short bob, stood at the entrance of the garden. "The Master... has arrived." They both said in unison.
A pale, dark haired man stepped out onto the tatami. He had a lean and sickly figure, his face was obscured by a strange lilac marking, leaving his eyes dull in color.
He held out his hands and the two girls latched on, they gently dragged him out of the entrance and into the light. His smile was gentle as he gazed up at the sky, "Good morning, everyone." He greeted gently, "The weather is strikingly nice today. Perhaps with a blue sky?"
His dull white eyes scanned over the garden, "It pleases me that we've made it to our semiannual Hashira Meeting," His eyes lowered as a small frown appeared on his thin lips, "With no personnel changes."
Tanjiro stared at the sick man in awe, his mouth wide open as he scanned his appearance. Suddenly, a rough hand shoved his head into the ground, the side of his head started to bleed as a result.
He stared at the Wind Hashira with hatred before realising the purpose of his actions, every Hashira before him was kneeling in front of this strange yet powerful man.
Nobody moved, the wind casting a gentle breeze. The Wind Hashira lifted his head, "I am pleased to see you in good health as well, Master." He said in a formal tone, different from the one he spoke to Tanjiro with, "I fervently pray for your continued good fortune."
The frail man slowly nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you, Sanemi."
The mochi-pink haired woman softly scoffed at her comrades formalities, she still wasn't over what he did to the child inside the box. She hoped that Sanemi would soon realise that what he did was wrong and unfaithful.
"If I may, Master..." The Wind Hashira, Sanemi, spoke up, "Before we start the Hashira Meeting, would you mind enlightening us about this swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, travelling with demons?"
"Right." The Master said softly before raising his head, "I apologise for surprising you all. About Tanjiro, Nezuko and the little demon... I have sanctioned their situation. And I'd also like you all to accept it."
The Stone Hashira held his hands together in prayer, "Ah! Even though it's what you request, Master, I cannot consent."
The Sound Hashira nodded before pointing to himself, imaginary sparkles surrounding his face, "I, too, firmly oppose! A Demon Slayer traveling with a demon is unacceptable!"
His words weren't the full truth. Yes, he didn't like the idea of a Demon Slayer accompanying a demon but the demon in question was someone dear to him and seeing Sanemi perform such a violent act made him sick to his stomach.
