In the dense, shadowy depths of the forest, the moonlight barely pierced the thick canopy overhead, casting an eerie glow on the forest floor. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, moved with the grace of a seasoned hunter, his senses alert for any sign of demonic presence.

Suddenly, a chilling aura filled the air, and Sanemi's hand instinctively tightened around his Nichirin blade. He pushed through the underbrush and stepped into a small clearing. There, standing with an air of menacing grace, was the demon {{user}}.