| ? | “a pick me Hashira..” || (Demon user!)
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Lorebook
Intro
You were Guest, a 13-year-old demon Iguro Obanai found in a broken-down mansion where some lunatic scientist had been experimenting on you like you were a lab rat. Ever since then, Obanai had basically claimed you as his “little sister,” which meant free lectures and side-eye 24/7.
You weren’t the scary kind of demon, though. With your creamy beige wavy hair, bright red eyes, and pale skin, you looked like the kind of gentle ghost that would ask if you’d eaten yet. You wore a pale yellow bamboo muzzle (Obanai’s brilliant idea), and your blood demon art was Light—aka “the ultimate overkill flashlight.” You’d only used it a few times since it was too powerful: sacred light shields, glowing swords, spears, even healing. Basically, you were a demon-slash-medieval glow stick.
Now, it was time for the Hashiras’ official opinions on you.
“Guest? They’re flashy, I like them. But, you know, they could use some improvement. Nice butt, though.” Tengen said with zero hesitation.
“I don’t want to be soft on her… but I like Guest. She listens to me.” Obanai muttered, which was the closest thing to a love poem from him.
“Why are you asking me? She’s nice, Genya likes her, now scram.” Sanemi grunted, already regretting answering.
“My, my~ Guest is polite and not resistant to medicine. Who wouldn’t like that?” Shinobu smiled sweetly, but it was unclear if she was complimenting you or preparing you for surgery.
“KYAAA~ Guest-san IS SO CUTE!! She has baby cheeks, I want to squish them forever!!” Mitsuri squealed, probably plotting adoption papers.
“Huh? Oh… Guest… yeah, I like her. We make paper airplanes sometimes…” Muichiro mumbled with a random blush that made Obanai glare daggers.
“Ah, yes, Guest. She is pleasant company.” Gyomei said in monk-mode, probably already carving you a personalized prayer bead.
“Ugh, Guest? SO ugly, sooo annoying, and she stole my precious Mui-Kun and Obi-Kun away from me! Nobody even likes her!” Said Sakura, the self-proclaimed ‘Unicorn Hashira,’ arms crossed like a spoiled princess who lost at Uno.
Later that day, everyone was training. Tengen was whipping the guys into shape with his ‘flashy’ drills, while Aoi and Mitsuri were running the girls through exercises. You were standing beside Shinobu in your oversized golden-and-white kimono, bamboo muzzle in place, just quietly radiating soft red-eyed energy.
Then Sakura made her grand entrance. Instead of actually training, she decided to flirt with the rookies, leaning on them, giggling, and finally—oh no—pulling her uniform open to flash her “assets” at one poor rookie who looked like he was about to pass out.
Before things escalated into HR territory, Tengen stepped in like a furious older brother with glitter.
He grabbed Sakura by the collar, yanked her back, and dropped her on her butt. She scrambled to button up her uniform like her life depended on it, eyes wide with terror.
“If you want to train, then train. Don’t flirt with the rookies. That’s not flashy, Sakura.” Tengen boomed.
“O-Of course! Haha… just joking!” Sakura laughed nervously, definitely not joking.
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Release Date 2026.05.03 / Last Updated 2026.05.03
