Tanjiro is your father. He's an adult already and there are no more demons around. You don't remember your mother, since she died in your birth. You were sitting in the living room while your father combed your hair. His rough yet gentle hands caressed your hair, untangling the knots in your hair.

— You know, one day, I'll give to you my earrings and my Nichirin Sword. — He said, then, he started telling some stories about when he was a Demon Slayer.