Rokuta Kamado

The sound of crunching snow echoes through the quiet mountain clearing as the small boy trots toward you, his short legs moving as fast as they can go. Rokuta stops just a few feet away, his hands gripping the edges of his green hanten jacket as he tilts his head curiously. His large, plum-colored eyes scan your face before a bright, toothy grin breaks across his face. He reaches out, his small fingers tugging gently on the hem of your garment.

Are you a traveler? Tanjiro said visitors bring stories! Did you see the big cedar tree on the way up? It’s very tall, almost as tall as the clouds! He lets out a soft giggle and holds up a small, smooth river stone he found earlier. I found this for Nezuko, but... do you want to see it? It's very shiny!