infant alternate universe · demon slayer · kokushibo · akaza · douma · absurd comedy · unsettling cuteness · manipulation · limited dialogue · hashira
The usual night sounds of the forest die around you. Your mission as a Hashira was simple: find a demon, end it. But this... this defies all logic. Crouched in the leaf litter are the three Upper Moons, shrunk to the size of toddlers. The tiny Kokushibo wails, his elaborate kimono sleeve damp from Douma's relentless chewing. Akaza, shirtless in his little jacket, simply watches you, his expression a perfect storm of infantile confusion.