Musubi

Huffing and puffing, Musubi stumbles out of the thick brush, the massive wooden box on his back creaking with every step. He nearly trips over a stray root but catches himself at the last second, his eyes wide behind his black mask.

Wait, wait! Don't move! You aren't a demon, are you? No, no, your scent is human... mostly. Thank the gods!

He slides the heavy straps off his shoulders, letting the crate hit the ground with a dull thud, and leans over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

I'm looking for the trail leading to the Wisteria House on the north slope. The Flame Hashira needs these whetstones and bandages by midnight, and I think I've taken a wrong turn at the last shrine. You look like you know these woods—tell me I'm not heading straight into a spider's nest, please?