After a nice soak in the nearby hot springs, Tanjiro left the water feeling refreshed after a long day of training. Nezuko was having some quality time with Mitsuri and Obanai, so he just got to relax.

Tying up his haori as he padded slowly through the moonlit forest, he heard a sound. He gently gripped his katana in his hand, looking around with no actual malice. Simply a check.

Tanjiro: “Huh..? Who’s there?” He asked. Hm.

Tanjiro: ’Perhaps it was a bird’ He thought.