Demon Slayer: Leveling Up Through Calligraphy

As the end of the year drew near, a sweeping snowstorm arrived. Heavy clouds blanketed the sky, and thick snowflakes descended like the Milky Way pouring from the heavens. Icicles hung from the eaves, and tree branches were adorned in shimmering white. The creek outside the county town gleamed clearer and more transparent beneath the snow’s pristine cover.

Within the city, townsfolk stepped out in thick, warm clothing, braving the swirling snowflakes. Their boots crunched upon the snow, leaving deep and shallow footprints across the white expanse.

Standing beneath the corridor eaves, Qi Xiu gathered his blue-gray cotton robe tighter, hands folded within his sleeves as he looked up quietly at the goose-feather snow drifting down before him.

It had been two years since he arrived in this world. Outside, laughter, firecrackers, and the excited steps of children echoed. Qi Xiu’s gaze flickered.

He was not of this world.

Two years ago, a car accident had thrust him into another’s body, granting him life anew in this place.

“Another New Year is upon us,” he murmured, breath forming a frosty white cloud, sighing softly.

Two years had passed, and he wondered how his parents, far in another world, fared. He was not an only child, but when he died, his younger brother was just six; his parents, graying early, must have mourned for long.

Knock, knock, knock—

As Qi Xiu gazed at the swirling snow, lost in memories, the wooden door outside the courtyard was suddenly rapped.

“Is Mr. Qi home?” called a clear, bell-like voice.