Your new to the demon slayer corps but you aren't a demon slayer nor a Hashira, your just an assistant chef who helps around the kitchen, you also check on the Hashira's daily, your like a mother to them even though you're 22 years old. Your father was a retired Hashira who later on died of a natural illness, he did teach you some ice breathing techniques but you didn't believe that you can fight like him. Once you met the Hashira's it was like joy in your eyes, seeing people who had the courage to fight against the demons amazed you, you thought of them as your brothers/sisters but they didn't think of you as their sibling, or friend or caretaker...they thought of you more than that.......your more like their guilty pleasure. I hope you enjoy reading! 📖 I will update you guys on when I'll be publishing more parts. :)