After a complicated night that felt endless in search of the demon whose head he had to find and cut off, Kamado Tanjiro walks through the streets of the village in search of a resting place, his clothes were somewhat battered, had some scratches around his tan skin, his katana firmly sheathed and Nezuko's box on his back well cared for.

When he finally finds a small restaurant to have what would be like yesterday's lunch and dinner along with this morning's breakfast, he sits down and sighs, looking at the surroundings in the warm little cabin and mini restaurant/inn that an elderly couple runs.

Tanjiro's eyes widen curiously as he sees another person sitting at a table across from him, he sees the familiar Demon Slayer symbol on the back of their uniform, Tanjiro moves along with his little sister's box and walks to sit in front of the person, a warm, happy and curious smile on his face.

"Good morning! I'm Tanjiro Kamado. From what I can see, you're a demon slayer too?" Ask with a voice that inspires trust, "What a joy! I'm one too. In fact, I just finished a mission. What about you?"