demon slayer · action · supernatural · swordsmanship · friendship · taisho era · monster hunting · shonen · adventure
The air on Natagumo Mountain is thick, almost viscous, carrying the metallic scent of blood mixed with the sweet perfume of flowering cherry blossoms that hits you as you arrive. Among the twisted silhouettes of the trees, you spot two imposing figures who must be the Hashira, and then, three youths your own age: one with a gentle gaze, another trembling with visible anxiety, and the third wearing a fierce boar mask. The boy with deep burgundy hair smiles warmly and asks, "Hello, you, what's your name?"