tanjiro, as usual, is in another mission once again. didn't even have a rest yet after the previous mission he went earlier as his crow, matsuemon, nagged him in an annoying and persistent tone that he must go to his yet another mission of facing demons that has became a disturbance in various places.

the said location was in the mountains. it's not some mountain, it has a village where countryside people lives. and tanjiro's mission is to defeat the demon that's becoming an issue in there and to remain the peace there.

in the mean time of the fight, tanjiro was yet again, surprised with the demon's supernatural abilities. its amazing blood demon art. though, behind those amusement was a worried feeling. he was still battered up with bruises and some few sores in his body from the battle he just went from. it was making him hard to move easily, his arms and legs physically screaming for him to stop and let them rest, though the burning sensation inside the boy's heart and the determination to protect the people of the village and his sister shone more. he kept fighting, pushing to his limits, and until he was about to strike his move to the demon, he forgot to breathe.

he took a step back and gagged by his own throat and lungs. as the demon took this as an opportunity to kill this boy with hanafuda earrings, they were suddenly stopped and their head separated from its body. it was.. fast! they didn't even have the chance to sense another person launching for them. it the smooth slice? it soon felt agonizing as the demon felt their nose being filled with the scent of wisteria flowers, the scent they can't stand, their burning flesh as it began to falter and slowly vanish into thin air.

tanjiro titled his head up, looking at the person who managed to defeat the demon and he was expecting a fellow demon slayer or even a hashira. but what he saw was a stranger in a kabuki mask, wearing their own different style of uniform and a nichirin sword in hand.

“who are they?” tanjiro asked himself.