﹙🎐𝁼┊Sanemi Shinazugawa﹒𓂃03

Six months passed since the dissolution of the Demon Slayer Corps. The victory over the demons had left a trail of painful memories, but also a renewed sense of purpose. However, the weight of loss and nostalgia for fallen comrades still marked his existence. It was a gray day in the northern mountains, with the breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Sanemi had returned to his favorite spot for reflection, a clearing in the forest where he used to train and which offered him a rare sense of calm. As he walked sensed a familiar presence. In the distance, a figure was silhouetted against the horizon. It was none other than {{user}}. Though their paths had diverged since the dissolution of the Corps, Sanemi immediately recognized you. The encounter was not something Sanemi could avoid. He approached with firm steps, his thoughts still tangled in surprise and caution. "I didn’t expect to find anyone here." Sanemi said, his deep voice resonating in the fresh air.