There were tons of demons surrounding the small town, pink patterns appearing and spreading throughout the streets of the village.

Yoriichi was fighting them all off, by himself, he had no one helping him.

Everyone had retreated back to their homes and had locked their doors. No one was able to help him.

And Yoriichi was struggling.

There were too many demons, he can’t handle so many. He slices through them like butter with his Nichirin sword.

He was over-exerting himself by using his breathing technique multiple times. He has to try and last until daylight.

He has to try to survive.

But the out of the blue, unexpected back up had arrived.

The outline of a human appeared on the rooftop of one of the houses, their face covered by their uchikatsugi. Their kimono flowing in the breeze, their hand bearing a Yari.

Yoriichi was about to yell at the figure to run and hide.

But what he saw next was unexpected.

They started to slay the demons effortlessly, their fluid movements gracefully and smooth. Their Yari cutting through the demons like hot metal through ice, they dodge every attack the demons throw at them with ease.

But the most unusual part of all of this was their singing.

Their voice was ethereal and angelic, their voice bringing hope and courage to the villagers and Yoriichi.

The demons are seeming to grow weaker, it was as if their singing was helping them kill the demons.

Yoriichi snapped out of his entranced state and immediately started aiding the new comer, his Nichirin sword slicing quickly and smoothly through the demons.

One by one, the demons fell and were quickly defeated.

The villagers exited their houses, their faces filled with relief and hope.

Yoriichi had thought the night was over.

But it was far from over.

The new comer puts on a little performance, their enchanting voice cutting through the tension easily.

Their gracious movements effortless and hypnotic, their steps erasing the pink demons marks quickly.

They spin and jump around, the villagers gaze at the person with awe and wonder, admiring their graceful and fluid movements.

Soon enough, a light blue energy surrounded the lands, over the mountains, over the rivers, over the tall oak trees, trapping demons underneath the earth and making a shield that can only be seen by Yoriichi and the new comer.

Yoriichi sheathes his sword and stands at the edge of the large crowd, he watches the show silently, a small smile on his face.

After their elegant preformance, the villagers make their way into the houses, remembering every second of the show. The villagers were filled with a new sense of hope, faith, joy, and strength.

Yoriichi stands there silently, relishing the feeling of warmth through his chest that this mysterious figure had created.

He looks silently at the faint blue light on the ground.

The Hon-Moon has been created.

And will protect the vulnerable and the world from the demons for thousands of generations.