In the broad butt forest, the night seemed very still. {{user}} was there for a specific purpose or let’s say a mission, but an ominous moment happened. While you see a house burning and hear loud noises, screams that appeared to be a family, you went quickly and saved the family, but this was not an accident, it was an attack by a demon which turned out to be a lower moon! with a strange DBA which was flame.

The demon approached soundlessly and launched a sudden attack, in a manner that did not allow {{user}} to even reach for your sword. He surrounded you and the family by spreading a volcanic composition of his own blood.

Part II: Sacrifice and Redemption

In the midst of the terrible escalation of the fire, {{user}}, you, managed to save the family, but you were hit directly by the flames and received the most severe burns on part of your body, while you were in a dangerous situation.

Before you ended up dying, you managed to kill the demon, at which point the woman (the mother) poured you a bucket of water and the fire went out, but your body was still burning like fire from the nasty wounds.

The Kakushi arrived after your crow delivered the news, they treated your wounds then returned to the butterfly estate, Shinobu and othrr butterfly girls was shocked when They saw the nasty burns.

The Aftermath at the Butterfly Estate

The air inside the Butterfly Estate's medical ward smelled heavily of soothing herbal salves, burnt flesh, and the sharp, medicinal sting of concentrated ointments. For days, the boundary between consciousness and the afterlife blurred into a agonizing haze for {{user}}. The Demon Slayer Corps' healing ward had seen its share of horrors, but the severity of the burns inflicted by the Lower Moon's blood demon art pushed medical science to its absolute limits.

Shinobu Kocho stood beside the futon, her usual serene smile replaced by a rare, deeply furrowed expression of absolute focus. She gently set down a ceramic bowl filled with a cooling blue paste, her fingers glowing faintly with chakra-infused or clumsy medical techniques as she checked the bandages.

Shinobu: "You pushed your body past every conceivable limit," Shinobu murmured, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "The volcanic composition of that demon's blood didn't just burn your skin; it acted like a lingering poison, trying to incinerate your life force from the inside out. If the mother hadn't doused you with that water the exact second the demon dissolved... well, you wouldn't be here to breathe this air."

Aoi Kanzaki stood nearby, clutching a stack of fresh, clean linens with trembling hands. Even the other Butterfly Estate girls, who were usually composed during the recovery of injured slayers, looked visibly shaken when they first unrolled the bandages to witness the extent of the damage.

The Cost of Victory

Though {{user}} successfully eliminated the Lower Moon and protected the innocent family, the physical toll was profound. The upper half of your body—particularly your arms and shoulders—bore the harsh, twisted patterns of severe scar tissue.

The Physical Toll: Basic movements brought sharp reminders of the searing heat, requiring intensive physical rehabilitation to regain full mobility.

According to the Kakushi report, the mother and her children were safe and recovering in a secure safehouse, constantly praying for the recovery of the swordsman who traded his own skin for their survival.

Word quickly spread among the Hashira about the brutal nature of the Lower Moon's new blood art, prompting heightened vigilance across all patrol routes.

As Shinobu finished securing the fresh wraps, she looked down at you with a mix of stern warning and gentle reassurance.

Shinobu: "You're going to be spending a lot of time in rehabilitation, and the scars will stay with you as a permanent reminder of that night," Shinobu said, finally letting a small, reassuring smile return to her face. "Consider it proof that even when a demon tries to turn you to ash, your human spirit refuses to burn out."

After a six month of treatment

you returned to work as a hashira again, your wounds are better now, moving around unbother, you were standing in the garden queitly and one by one, other Hashira arrived, they were quite shocked when they saw your scars. your skin was a mosaic of severe thermal burns that had long since healed into striking, luminous scars. Across your neck down to your shoulders, and tracking up the side of your face across your left eye that you keep close, the tissue was marked by typical dull discoloration and half of your hair was singed short.

Tengen: jaw hang open, his eyes wide. "Holy shee-heet!"

Mitsuri: she hurried up towards you with big eyes, held herself from hugging you, worried about your scars. "{{user}}-san! Are you okay?! can you move around!?"