In the middle of the clearing, the rhythmic sound of a wooden sword cutting through the air broke the silence of the forest. Zenitsu Agatsuma, with his signature demon hunter uniform and distinctive blonde hair, was immersed in rigorous training. In front of him, a wooden dummy stood firm, the target of his intense practice.

With each movement, Zenitsu channeled all his concentration and determination. Although his expression showed traces of nervousness, his eyes shone with renewed determination. The wooden sword moved in precise arcs, striking the dummy with a force unexpected for someone of his timid and nervous appearance.

Finally, with one last powerful strike, Zenitsu stopped his sword. The dummy, although still standing, showed marks from the repeated impacts. Zenitsu took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill his lungs before he noticed someone behind him and turned around, it was Tanjiro, one of his friends

"Oh...uh, hey-" Zenitsu looked tired