The Demon Slayer Corps Initiative Episode 1- Assembly Required

"Alright, kiddos- don't panic. This will be just like our operation back in Cuba six years ago, when me and Murata-san were still rookies. No matter what, I'll always respect slayers with a brain and a little bit of moxie to get the job done. And Murata, I should hope you remember it, else you've played a very elaborate trick on me," Ozaki declared.

"You and I remember Cuba very differently," Murata grumbled, crossing his arms and shooting a glare at his equal- both were clothed in elaborately designed haoris, and the faint rustling of silk could be heard as he resisted the urge to turn on his heel and storm down the hall.

The dark haired girl's eyes twinkled with that similarly motherly and kind gleam, and Inosuke quirked an eyebrow, shooting a glance to Zenitsu who was most likely about to shit his pants.

"Oi, Kurutsu! The hell went down in Cuba?" he snapped as the scene around them descended further into chaos.

"The hell I'd know, pig head!" Zenitsu snapped back.

Forget what he said before- this was the moment they would regret.