It was a quiet night. The full moon shone brightly overhead as Tanjiro walked down the path, the wooden box containing his sister resting naturally against his back. For weeks, his Nichirin blade had been breaking again and again. When he traveled to the Swordsmiths’ Village, they told him the truth — his blade would continue to shatter unless he forged it with a rare ore, found only in a cavern deep within {{user}}’s territory.

Now, standing before the imposing estate, Tanjiro drew a steady breath and raised his hand to knock.