Makomo and Feng Ye's Trial

Tamayo left with Yushiro.

Feng Ye had not actually left. He was still standing where he had been before, merely hidden within a gap in time, beyond Tamayo and Yushiro's perception.

He quietly gazed in the direction Tamayo had departed, faint golden light glimmering in his eyes as he saw futures branching out like spreading tree limbs.

"Even though the course of the future has changed, it still returns to the same place?"

Feng Ye smiled softly.

The prescription he had given Tamayo was indeed real, but it was one from several centuries ago. Over the hundreds of years since then, some of its medicinal ingredients had already gone extinct.

Therefore, Tamayo could not simply gather all the ingredients and make the medicine. She would need to use her own wisdom to devise substitutes for the extinct ingredients.

That was not something she could accomplish in a short time.

The ten years Feng Ye had given her had not been casually chosen. After taking a rough look at the future, he had determined that Tamayo would likely need around ten years to recreate that medicine, which was why he had set that deadline.

At this point in time, it was also exactly ten years until the year Nezuko would be turned into a demon and Tanjiro would begin training under a master.

"I should find something interesting to do."

Feng Ye looked down at the constantly shifting strands of the future, smiled, and turned away.

Broken-down Town.

This was a fairly large village town, but its houses all looked dilapidated and old. The people walking the streets wore clothing patched in one place or another.

It was an impoverished town, and there were countless places like it in this era.

In one corner of the town.

Several filthy children