A familiar thin figure was standing at the door of the house. He was wearing a yellow and black square feather fabric, and his long dark red hair was uncharacteristically tied into a high ponytail.
In his hand was a fighting knife that he had never seen before. That was the back of his father, Kamado Tanjuro.
And facing Tanjuro face to face. It was a man Tanjiro had never seen before, wearing a black suit and a small top hat.
Because Tanjiro fell into the snow, he couldn't see his father's expression, which was facing away from him. But he can see the other side.
——The man in the black suit had a look of horror in his red pupils. It was an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
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