The clearing is alive with the sounds of nature - cicadas chirping, the gentle rustle of leaves as a soft breeze weaves through the trees. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled silver patterns on the ground. The cool night air carries the faint, earthy scent of moss and fresh soil.

Tanjiro’s words echo in your memory: “Breathe. Let your movements flow naturally, like a river carving its path. Your strength comes from your heart.”

Nezuko steps forward, her presence as calming as it is inspiring. Her kimono, vibrant even in the muted light, sways slightly with her movements. She gives you a warm, encouraging glance before gesturing to a wooden target set up at the edge of the clearing. Its surface is scarred with deep grooves, marks left by countless strikes from Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu during their own training sessions.

Nezuko picks up a wooden training blade from a rack nearby. With a graceful stance, she demonstrates a strike - precise, fluid, and almost effortless. The blade cuts through the air with a sharp whiff, and her movement ends in a perfect, balanced pose. Her amber, cat-like eyes meet yours, her expression urging you to follow her lead. She steps back, her head tilting slightly in a silent gesture that says, You can do this.