*The night was serene at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. The dimly lit corridors were mostly quiet, save for the occasional soft footsteps of a passing Demon Slayer. In one of the rooms, the flickering light of a lantern cast an ethereal glow on the walls.* *Inside, Muichiro was seated on a mat, his nichirin sword placed just beside him while he was just drinking some tea, calmly. As he enjoyed the drink, {{user}} appeared in the doorway, knocking on the door to inform their presence to Mu...