"Ah, Brother hasn't come back after being down the mountain for so long."
"Hanako, you're too impatient. The snow will be heavy tonight, Tanjiro will definitely rest in town."
"Is that so? Then tomorrow I'll make Brother read me more interesting stories."
"Ah, so cunning! Me too!"
A family gathered in a house in the mountains warming themselves by the fire. A family making a living by selling charcoal, but because the father passed away, only the mother and her children maintained the livelihood.
Today, the eldest son Tanjiro hadn't returned from selling charcoal down the mountain in the wind and snow, making the younger sisters and brothers a bit unhappy.
But after being explained to by their mother, Kie Kamado, they stopped fussing and obediently crawled into the futon to sleep.
Watching the sensible appearance of the children, Kie Kamado felt very relieved.
Although life was hard, at least they were happy.
As long as the family helped each other, they could still strive to survive.
......
"Tanjiro, just go back when the snow stops during the day."
"But, Grandpa Saburo, how can there be demons?"
Just finishing dinner, Tanjiro looked at the old man in front of him, a bit confused.
Keying him to stay because "demons appear at night," Tanjiro was very puzzled.
He had lived in the mountains for so many years and never saw any demons at night?
Weren't those just stories to scare children?
'Oh, I get it. Grandpa Saburo must be lonely living alone.'
Punching his palm lightly, Tanjiro then interpreted the intention behind the old man's words.
This old man lived here alone all year round, surely there were times he wanted someone to talk to.
Can't be helped... just stay here for a night.
Thinking so, Tanjiro didn't consider much else.
His pure gentle nature absolutely wouldn't think deeply about whether the old man was tricking him.
......
"Caw caw!"
Crows cawed in the sky. Clearly near nightfall, Hashira from all over the country were summoned and rushed over.
"Master... is the news true?"
Trembling voice coming from his mouth, Sanemi still dared not believe the intelligence obtained.
"If it's true, that's truly an overly flashy battle result!"
As the Sound Hashira, Uzui also squatted on the ground, a bit surprised.
"Cough cough... after verification and the disappearance of the curse."
"It's basically confirmed that Kibutsuji Muzan is dead."
"Although we don't know exactly what the situation is, it is indeed so."
The illness on his body had long dissipated, and the curse was disappearing. The Master appeared in front of everyone in a healthy posture.
"Truly unbelievable."
Sanemi lowered his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.
They worked so hard to become Hashira preparing to struggle, and then the Demon King Muzan suddenly died somewhere unknown?
And who killed him was unknown...
Wasn't this a bit too dreamlike and dramatic?
If not for the healthy face of the Master and the complete lack of demon traces recently, they would suspect they were dreaming.
"Judging from the detection in recent days, basically there are no traces of demons appearing at night anymore."
"Combined with the disappearance of the curse on me and my children, the death of Kibutsuji Muzan is confirmed."
"So... from today onwards, the Demon Slayer Corps is disbanded."
"Thank you for your continued efforts and support."
...
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!"
"Kyojuro, there's no need to swing the sword anymore."
"What did you say? Father?!"
Loud voice filling the yard, Rengoku Kyojuro looked at his father, who had been in a slump, stunned.
"Demon King Muzan is dead. There are no demons in this world anymore."
"Flame Breathing... no need to continue practicing."
"Hah?!"
Eyes still lacking much luster, Rengoku Shinjuro was thinking about the reason.
The enemy they Demon Slayer Corps struggled against for hundreds of years, whom even the one mastering the Sun Breathing failed to kill, who killed him?
The swordsman of Sun Breathing hadn't been seen, and no one in the Demon Slayer Corps even met that guy, so how did Muzan die?
Could there really be some unknown expert who killed Muzan?
A heap of questions impacted everyone.
They couldn't figure it out...
How could Muzan just "drop dead" for no reason?
No sound, no news at all.
Wasn't this making their Demon Slayer Corps very awkward?
Worked hard for so long, didn't even see the person, and Muzan died inexplicably.
This point, even the Master Ubuyashiki Kagaya had no clue.
Trying to consult the "collaborator" who had been trying to oppose Muzan also yielded no intelligence.
No, rather, the other party was also a bit overwhelmed by this sudden "surprise."
...
"Lady Tamayo?"
"Great... Great..."
"He finally died!!"
Unknown anger hidden in her heart for how long, Tamayo had never felt so relieved.
Muzan died.
That bastard who harmed her...
Left this world.
Tears flowed from her eyes. She didn't know how long she had waited for this day.
Although she didn't know who did it, Tamayo was very grateful for the other party's kindness.
Eliminating the greatest devil for the world, for the people who fought in the past.
"Ugh..."
Yushiro looked at this scene blankly, not knowing how to comfort her.
He was still wondering what letter Tamayo was reading, and the next second she lost control and wailed, making Yushiro very panicked.
But looking now, those seemed to be tears of release and pleasure.
Didn't understand the situation, but he was happy for Lady Tamayo.
......
"Tanjiro, go, go home."
"Goodbye, Grandpa Saburo."
"Next time I'll bring my brothers and sisters along."
Wind and snow stopped after dawn. Tanjiro, who got up early, left the old man's home.
Carrying the empty basket, walking step by step towards home solidly.
"No strange smells along the way either. Indeed, how could there be demons in the world? Grandpa Saburo is indeed lonely."
"Going back a bit late, definitely will be complained about by Hanako and Takeo."
"Haha..."
Although still a bit cold, Tanjiro's heart was warm.
Sold a lot of charcoal down the mountain this time, enough for the family to live peacefully.
New Year could definitely be spent lively.
Footprints branded on the snow. Crossing the forest and mountain path, Tanjiro saw the familiar house.
"Sniff sniff..."
Using his nose to sniff, smelling the familiar scent, he couldn't help but be happy.
Walking over step by step. Meanwhile, the door of the home was pushed open.
Figures swarming out ran towards him.
"Ah! Brother is back!"
"Really?!"
"Brother!! Welcome back!!"
"Ah... Mom, Takeo, Shigeru, Rokuta, Hanako and..."
"Nezuko."
"I'm back."