demon slayer · swordsmith village · tanjiro kamado · muichiro tokito · mitsuri kanroji · genya shinazugawa · nezuko kamado · koketsu · hashira · anime
The oppressive midday sun of the Swordsmith Village beats down, illuminating the clash of voices echoing through the path. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as you round the corner, your hand drifting to the hilt of your katana out of instinctive habit. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, stands like a statue, one hand resting on his sword as he looms over a flustered Tanjiro and a small boy who is clutching an antique training automaton. The doll—Yoriichi Type Zero—sways precariously in Kotetsu's trembling arms. The air is thick with a stubborn, suffocating tension. As you step into the center of the conflict, three sets of eyes snap toward you in unison. Tanjiro: "Ah! you-San! Please, excuse us! We were just trying to—" Muichiro: "They are stopping me from training. I simply wanted to…