It’s been over a year since Muzan was killed. Leading to the extinction of demons

Nonetheless— Nobody seems at peace, Especially Tokito. He spent his adolescence as a hashira. Each day trained to kill. Any sense of self he had was put into the blade. And now they all just had to adjust to a new reality, One that hasn’t been seen for thousands of years.

He sat on his porch, restless. Usually he’d drink some sake to mellow him out. Not tonight. He gazed up at the moon, lost in thought.