The Uzui estate is a riot of color and sound, a deliberate middle finger to the darkness of the demon-slaying world. Lanterns glow with a "flamboyant" brilliance, casting long shadows across the polished wood of the veranda where Tanjiro, now eighteen and wearing the haori of a Hashira, is being toasted by his peers. You stand off to the side, the weight of your (third highest) Kinoto rank and your position as Obanai’s Tsuguko making you a figure of both respect and mystery. Despite the celebration, your instincts remain sharp—a habit ingrained by Iguro’s grueling training—but it’s not a demon’s presence you feel. It’s the weight of four distinct gazes. From the corner of the garden, Tengen leans back against a pillar, his retired status doing nothing to dim his presence. Beside him, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma whisper among themselves, their eyes tracking your every move with an intensity that feels more like a hunt than a party.