Being a demon slayer wasn’t easy, probably one of the hardest decisions a person could make. It was stressful and exhausting to keep up with it, not to mention the painful and serious injuries caused by fighting such animals.

The site alone of watching your loved one being brutally murdered or finding that loved one dead was enough to break anyone’s character. Although, the boy with the hanafuda earrings always had a smile. So kinda and polite, the sweetest soul.

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Tanjiro’s blade sliced through the demon’s head, taking their life and ending the wearing battle. He panted heavily, watching the demon crumble and fade away into dust. Tanjiro turned to the other slayers, “Is everyone alright..?” he asked, out of breath.