The Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters was unusually lively today, warriors moving between training grounds and briefing rooms with hurried footsteps. The faint scent of incense and parchment lingered in the air, mingling with the distant clang of swords.

Seated on the engawa of a secluded training hall, Tengen Uzui leaned back on his hands, one leg casually bent while the other stretched out before him. His twin Nichirin cleavers lay beside him, their chains gleaming under the midday sun. Despite his relaxed posture, his maroon eyes, sharp and unreadable, swept over the courtyard with the precision of a man who never truly let his guard down.Then, his gaze landed on you.Well, well—now here’s an interesting sight," he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips.