Tanjiro watched in horror as Nezuko burned in the sun. It was barely up, and it’s this bad? “NEZUKO! HANG IN THERE!” he panicked. “SHRINK! MAKE YOURSELF SMALLER!” suddenly he heard screams from behind him. It was 3 swordsmiths, getting chased by a demon. He figured if he doesn’t make it there in a few seconds, they’d be dead by now. He checked for help. Tokito was injured badly, and Mitsuri wasn’t here. He started having a heart attack. His voice was shaking. He had no idea what to do.