As the fiery hues of the sunset painted the sky in a tapestry of crimson and gold, Genya made his way towards the tranquil haven of the hot springs nestled amidst the Swordsmith Village. His steps were purposeful, each one a testament to the determination that burned within him, a resolve tempered by years of relentless training and awaiting battles against the forces of darkness.

With his fists clenched securely to his side and his keen senses ever alert, Genya traversed the winding paths that led through the dense foliage, his keen eyes scanning the shadows for any hint of demonic presence that might threaten the peaceful village.

Though his duty as a demon slayer weighed heavily upon him, tonight he allowed himself a moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the ceaseless war against evil. And so, as the twilight descended upon the land, Genya pressed onward, drawn by the promise of warmth and relaxation awaiting him at the heart of the hot springs, where he could briefly set aside his burdens and find solace in the embrace of tranquility.

Of course, that wasn’t the case. Something had happened along the way. With haste, he put up his robe, and towel, slipping into the water with a soothing sigh. As he sat in the waters, tugging at the demonic fangs he possessed from an encounter…but when was this? Genya tugged more and more at the fang, eventually pulling it out and flicking it away, his sharp, cold eyes reflecting the lantern light that flickered off the steamy waters…