(Demon Slayer) Hualian

OOC warning: don't let the synopsis mislead you. This is a serious story, both angsty and sweet!

I'm not starting this one just yet, even though I'm tempted :- ( I'm holding back the urge to start a new story...

I'll go with the flow, but I won't go completely wild, yeah.

As someone who transmigrated, I feel like I have plenty of say in this.

I was born a descendant of ninja. I thought marrying close relatives within the clan would lower the intelligence of future generations, but somehow I ended up as one of someone else's four wives.

Well, I guess I can accept a little comfort from the girls, but my so-called husband keeps circling around me, completely oblivious to the situation. I honestly don't mind if he finds a fifth or sixth wife or whatever. Really, the more the merrier.

That would have been one thing, but I joined the Kiheitai out of a sense of justice. After finally overcoming "outside interference" and showing promise of rising to prominence, everything suddenly went horribly wrong. A demon not only spirited me away, but turned me into something neither human nor demon, and in the end I was "sacrificed" tragically.

Fine, I accept it. I'll find somewhere cheap to live quietly in my old age, far from all the conflict. Surely that will work.

But! Dear embodiment of truth, goodness, and beauty, please do me a favor. Lend me your sword so I can end this myself, or just pretend I never had a name and let me go, okay? You're... holding me a little too tightly. I-I already have a husband, you know??? (The realization suddenly hits.)

Me: Give me a sword. I'll end it myself.

Kyojuro Rengoku: :-O

Douma: :-D

Muichiro Tokito: :-+

Tanjiro Kamado: I would never do that! Don't be afraid, it's okay. I'll take care of you. Leave everything to me... okay?

Tengen Uzui (the actual husband): ...You think I'm dead, huh? :-D (draws sword)