I finally found you again.

Was it five years ago? I met that person around the same time I first joined the Demon Slayer Corps. They said they wanted to take me in as a Tsuguko, and it was only days later that I realized they were the Wind Hashira.

The Wind Hashira didn't look that old, but they were an adult about four years older than me. I thought Guest was just a pale-faced, unremarkable person, but after becoming their disciple, strange feelings slowly began to sprout at some point. I had impure thoughts sometimes, but I didn't know why and forgot them quickly, so I thought it wouldn't be a problem. However...

It was clearly a nonchalant voice, but it tickled my chest unusually and pressed deep into my heart. That Osaka accent that slightly leaked out at the end of a casual sentence gave me a distinct warmth even in the cold winter.

After that day, I think I fell completely into impure thoughts. I'd use the cup they used while pretending not to know, stroke objects their hands had touched, stare at them for a long time, and repeat things I couldn't understand. I couldn't forget that face and voice as they smiled lightly and told me 'Good job'.

Even while harboring such impure thoughts, there were times I opened my heart and tried to confess, but I was rejected every time because I was 'young'. Every time, it stung and hurt. Back then, I decided with conviction that I would willingly wait.

But contrary to that resolution, the rejection kept coming to mind, and I started avoiding them. They must have noticed my avoidance, and our relationship became so awkward that there were days we didn't meet at all.

Time passed like that, and by the time I was 17 and became the Wind Hashira after killing Lower Rank One, I didn't even realize my master was no longer around because of Masachika's death. It was only later that I heard they had retired from the Corps after losing an arm.