[ it's okay. no one will be cooler than tsuru-san... not even mitsu-wanwan.

he rather live in a time where they're unnecessary... maybe that'll happen sooner than he thinks? for now, he assumes he's still resting peacefully after their time in yoshiwara... dreaming of what seems to be a man who is a swordsman who thinks of himself as a crane. ]

A peaceful one, as long as I'm here.

[ but without the scent of demons in their vicinity, tanjiro's throat suddenly goes dry. ]

Excuse me, but have you seen a box around? Long and with straps that allows it to be carried on one's back?