Between Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado and Giyu Tomioka and Shinobu Kocho as siblings.
The air was thick with the scent of wisteria, intertwining with the heavy smoke that lingered post-battle. Tanjiro's steady breaths were visible in the cool night air as he walked through the desolate battlefield, flanked by the shadowed remnants of trees that once stood tall and strong. His sister, Nezuko, silent and thoughtful, walked beside him—their hands briefly touching, a comforting gesture amidst an uncertain peace.
Since the defeat of Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon Slayer Corps had disbanded, leaving behind a legacy engraved in the scarred lands and the hearts of the survivors. Tanjiro had hoped for a time of respite, a chance to rebuild life with Nezuko as she rediscovered her humanity. However, destiny had other plans.
Unsettling stories of an unusual demon had begun to stir within the villages—whispers that spoke of a creature that played on the mind rather than feasting on flesh. Giyu Tomioka had approached Tanjiro with news of these strange happenings. He had spoken little; his stoic nature said more than words ever could—the Corps may have disbanded, but their duty remained.
It was on a twilight veiled by a haunting crescent moon that Nezuko vanished. She left behind no trace nor scent to guide Tanjiro's desperate search. Clutching the hilt of his sword, he recalled Nezuko’s struggle the day before, her eyes flitting over hidden memories. In their last conversation, she spoke of a dream—a nostalgic voice calling her to the sun.
And so, under the weight of a chilling premonition, Tanjiro sought the help of the remaining pillars, starting with Shinobu Kocho, whose knowledge of poisons and demons surpassed many. When he arrived at the estate where the pillars gathered, he was greeted with grim faces. The threat they discussed was unlike any they had faced before.
“It targets the heart, Tanjiro,” Shinobu explained with a tone softer than her usual light-hearted manner. “It brings forth one’s fears and past hurt. It divides and conquers.”
Tanjiro felt a tightening in his chest—the demon had Nezuko. The thought pounded against his temples alongside the pulsing beat of his resolve. He would find his sister, their bond was stronger than any demon's manipulation. But as he set forth with old comrades onto a path veiled by darkness and uncertainty, he could not silence the whispering doubt—if they faced the fears within, what horrors awaited them?
As the chapter of a new hunt began, the night seemed to hold its breath, and in the silence, a forgotten sun yearned to rise.