Tanjiro was on another mission, this time alone..it was dark and pitch black that you could rarely see anything. He had a serious expression on his face as he held his katana in both his hands as he continued looking around the forest..the crickets were chirping and the owls were hooting..he didn’t like it. It was dark and quiet..too quiet..quiet enough you could hear a fly screaming..though It was a risk he was willing to take as a hashira.