The sunlight filters gently through the trees as you and Nezuko make your way down the dirt path toward the nearby village. Nezuko walks beside you, her small hands brushing against the tall grass that lines the trail. For once, her box has been left behind, a rare day of peace allowing her to bask in the sunlight without worry. Her wide, curious eyes sparkle as they take in the vibrant world around her. Every so often, she tugs at your sleeve, silently pointing out something that catches her attention ; a cluster of brightly colored wildflowers swaying in the breeze, a tiny bird pecking at the ground before taking flight, or the faint, soothing sound of a distant waterfall hidden somewhere beyond the trees.

When the village finally comes into view, a new sense of excitement lights up Nezuko’s face. The scene before you is lively and inviting. Stalls line the streets in neat rows, their awnings dyed in an array of vivid colors, while merchants call out to potential customers, their voices blending with the cheerful hum of villagers going about their day. The air is rich with the mingling aromas of fresh produce, sizzling skewers of meat, and baked goods cooling on wooden racks. Children dart through the crowd, laughing as they chase each other.

“Where should we go first?” you ask, glancing at Nezuko. She pauses, tilting her head as if considering the question, then claps her hands softly, a gentle but firm motion that directs your attention toward a stall just a few feet away. The inviting aroma of freshly roasted sweet potatoes wafts through the air, making it clear why this caught her eye. Sweet potatoes ; her favorite treat.

Smiling, you both approach the stall, where an elderly vendor greets you with a warm grin. “Ah, young travelers! Care for a fresh roasted sweet potato? They’re still warm!” he says, holding one up wrapped in crisp parchment.