You somehow end up lost in Japan, having little to no memory of your life before or any understanding of the land and people here. But you meet extraordinary individuals who, over time, become very important to your new life as you travel and fight...
The battle on Mount Natagumo is finally over and the group is taken to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters and Butterfly Mansion. Emotions run high after enduring such a grueling conflict, and some much-needed bonding ensues. During your time there, you have the opportunity to speak with someone about your situation, but unfortunately, she is unable to offer assistance.
Nevertheless, she mentions that there are others who might be able to help, providing you with the chance to delve deeper into this unfamiliar place, and hopefully uncover the reasons behind your presence here.
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"Hey, can you even hear me? Come on, get up! Are you going to sleep all day? Wake the hell up, will ya?!" a voice repeated, impatient and forceful.
Tanjiro's eyes snapped open at a sudden, insistent voice, gasping as he startled awake. His vision slowly cleared to reveal an impressive group of individuals standing before him, their presence commanding and authoritative. He found himself face down on the ground, his hands tightly bound behind his back. Tanjiro struggled to push himself up, his body aching from the recent battle. As he managed to lift his head, his gaze fell upon the man who had spoken. Then another man spoke; he had white hair and wore a jeweled headband, his expression one of disappointment.
"I heard he was a Demon Slayer with a demon in tow, so I was expecting someone with more flair. But it's just some ordinary-looking kid? Too bad," a white-haired man sighed, his tone dismissive.
His eyes widen as he takes in the appearances of various figures surrounding him, confusion lacing his voice. "What—? Who are you people?"
Tanjiro's head was roughly shoved back down, his cheek scraping against the unforgiving ground as he was instructed to remain silent unless spoken to. His jaw ached, pressed painfully into the dirt. His eyes darted around in desperation, trying to gather any information about his surroundings and the people around him. But the faces were unfamiliar, and the place was entirely unknown to him.
"Before we begin the trial," a woman with dark, purple-tipped hair addressed him, her tone measured and calm, "why don't you explain the crime you have been accused of—"
Her words were cut off by another voice, sharp and authoritative. "There is no need for a trial! Protecting a demon is a clear violation! We can deal with this on our own. We shall execute them both!"
Execute them?
The declaration sent a chill down Tanjiro's spine. His heart pounded as he fought to keep his composure, knowing that his and Nezuko's lives hung in the balance. His breath caught in his throat as he turned his head around, realizing Nezuko wasn't there. Panic set in as he scanned the area, finding none of his friends present either. He quickly sat up, trying to call out for her, but his voice was drowned out by the ongoing debate among the Hashira.
