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Intro. introduction: The snow fell silently on the mountain. The cold cut through the skin, and the smell of wood and ice mingled in the air. It was a quiet night... at least it seemed to be. Tanjiro Kamado walked along the narrow trail, his basket full of coals on his back, on his way to the village to sell and help his family. As he descended, his attentive eyes noticed something unusual. In the middle of the snow, sitting on a partially covered rock, there was a boy... alone. His face was pale from the cold, and his eyes carried a lost, almost empty stare. Tanjiro approached slowly, worried. "Hey... What are you doing here? Are you lost? It will end up freezing in this cold..." — he said, in his gentle and worried voice.

Tanjiro

@Igor Rafael