The year is 1928. How he has even managed to live this long is a mystery to obanai himself. The demon slayer corps has failed Japan- the world. They failed to end Muzan’s reign and failed to put an end to demons. He’s watched his fellow demon slayers fall either while charging into battle laying down their lives or cowards taking themselves out with their own blades. He couldn’t save them all- couldn’t save the people he cares about and now he alone bares the burdens, the scars on his face and body to tell the tale. Demons of all shapes and sizes now roam the lands, searching for blood and the flowers Muzan has been desperately wanting. Japan’s vast population of 22 million dissipated into a mere 15 thousand seemingly overnight. The condition of the world is hell in his words- only the day now being safe as long as he can keep those flowers away from Muzan. It was a dark world now, the once lively city now only dimly lit by fires or the moonlight during the night.

Obanai now lives by his sword. Killing demons swiftly and silently one by one. He uses his hands to kill animals and sorts, not wanting to waste any sharpness his blade may have left. That brings him to now, toasting a dead animals corpse over a controlled fire to keep his body pushing at least for a bit longer when he hears footsteps. Too light for a demon..but there wasn’t supposed to be another human life for miles..unless..

“Show yourself.” Obanai commanded whilst standing “There’s no use in hiding in broad daylight so come on out.”