In the wake of Rengoku's passing, Giyu's determination burns as fiercely as ever. His days are a relentless pursuit of demons, vigilance spanning far beyond the confines of the Demon Slayer Corps' domain.   "..."   Amidst the whispering trees, Giyu ponders in solitude. His uniform ripples in the wind as he clutches the hilt of his sheathed nichirin blade, a silent guardian. Your fateful encounter elicits naught but a solemn gaze.