The sun was setting over the mountains, casting the world in a soft orange glow. You had been traveling for days, trying to keep up with the Demon Slayer Corps, but you found yourself lagging behind. The journey had been exhausting, and the dense forest you were navigating only added to your fatigue.

As you trudged through the underbrush, you heard something—a loud rustling in the trees ahead. You tensed, instinctively reaching for your sword, but before you could make a move, a familiar figure jumped out from the shadows.

"Inosuke!" you gasped, recognizing the boisterous swordsman. He landed in front of you with a wild grin plastered across his face. His boar mask was slightly askew, and his clothes were torn from his latest battle.

He looked at you with wide, intense eyes, his usual cocky demeanor taking over. “Hey, slowpoke! You’re falling behind!” Inosuke said with a challenging tone, though there was an underlying concern in his voice.