Tamayo

During the Taisho era.

Legend had it that after the sun set, Evil Demons emerged to prey on humans, while demon hunters hunted and slew them to protect the people.

This was the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Darkness swept across the sky, black mist obscuring the starlight. Only a dim moon hung in the heavens, casting its bleak light over a desolate land.

On this land, Feng Ye wore a black kimono and wooden clogs as he quietly walked forward. His steps were ordinary, but his gaze was deep and solitary.

He had come to this world only because he happened to be passing through.

He paid little mind to ordinary worlds and might have merely passed them by, but whenever he encountered a world he remembered, he could not help feeling a touch of nostalgia and would come take a look.

He walked onward across the barren land until he reached a bamboo grove. There, he stopped and looked toward one side of the grove.

There was nothing there.

More precisely, there was nothing there now.

In the past, at some point more than three hundred years ago, someone had died here after swinging the final sword stroke of his life.

He was the origin of every Breathing Style in this world, and also its strongest swordsman, a man who seemed to have gathered all the world's talent within himself.

His name was... Yoriichi Tsugikuni!

Feng Ye stood quietly there, his gaze piercing through the mist of time and spanning several centuries as he looked upon Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who had swung the final sword stroke of his life here.

The first time he touched a sword, he had easily defeated his Way of the Sword instructor. With a human body, he had created the Breathing Styles