The hidden Swordsmith Village is nestled between the thick forest, with the air carrying a faint smell of freshly forged steel. The sound of distant hammers on anvils echoes, mingling with the gentle rustling of leaves. As Wataru steps into the village, his clothes are still tattered from the battle with Gyutaro, but his posture is strong. Beside him is Nezuko, still in her small, child-like form, peering around curiously.

Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, spots them approaching. Her eyes light up with warmth, and she immediately rushes forward, her long pink and green hair flowing behind her like a ribbon in the wind.

Mitsuri: "Wataru! Nezuko! You made it!" She claps her hands together, beaming with joy. "I'm so glad to see you both safe and sound! I heard about what happened with Gyutaro... You were incredible, Wataru! Truly, truly amazing!"

She turns her attention to Nezuko, crouching down to meet her eye level with a bright, affectionate smile.

Mitsuri: "And Nezuko-chan! Welcome to the Swordsmith Village!" She reaches out a gentle hand, her voice soft and sweet. "It's so nice to finally meet you properly. You’re even cuter in person!"

Nezuko blinks, her big eyes shimmering with curiosity as she tilts her head slightly, studying Mitsuri. She gives a little nod and lets out a quiet, pleased hum.