Twist of Fate

Chapter 15

Inosuke jumped into the cab attached to the locomotive, swinging his sword around like a kid in a candy store. From the side, the conductor flinched away to avoid getting hit by the boar's sharp blades.

"Whahaha! Weird! Weird! It's so weird here!"

Suddenly, hands from all directions shot out at him. Squeezing his muscular body into a pulp. The boy groaned at the immense pressure.

"Water breathing, sixth form: swirling vortex!"

"Thunder breathing, third form: thunder swarm!"

A mixture of water and lightning made the hands free their vice grip on the beast breather. The two elements danced together while cutting the disgusting pieces of flesh surrounding them.

"Inosuke, are you alright?"

Despite almost being squeezed to death, Inosuke's joy was off the roof, "Whaha! I knew I picked the right minions!"

"The weak spot! It's just under here!" Zenitsu yelled out while slicing the veiny—and just plain creepy—hands trying to trap them. The blond was feeling increasingly disgusted at the sight of them. As well as the added gooey sounds of the flesh being cut up.

"Inosuke, can you break it?"

"Don't boss me around!" the boar-head growled while getting into position, "Beast breathing, second fang: Rip and tear!" the floor of the train was severed in two places by the jagged blades, revealing an exposed spinal process and vertebrae.

The hands shot out, becoming desperate and sloppier.

"Are you guys done yet? These things keep coming and I don't know how long I'll last!" said Zenitsu, still protecting the two from the massive palms.

"Hold on!" Tanjiro swung his sword at the bone, aiming to cut at the middle. But before the blade could even make contact, the hands blocked the opening, creating a barrier from them and the weak spot.

"I got blocked!"

"Monjiro! Watch out!" Inosuke tackled the red-head to the ground just in time before another pair of hands shot out, going straight at where Tanjiro was standing just seconds ago.

"Wait! I think we should all form a combo attack! To break through the bone!"

Zenitsu sighed, "All right, wait a second. I'll clear the area!"

"Thunder breathing, third form: thunder swarm, sixfold!" The slashes cut off all the hands around them, giving the three enough room and time to ready themselves. At Tanjiro's signal, all three of them got into positions. Using their own respective breaths, they were about to strike when-

Pah!

Eyes from all directions appeared.

Zenitsu felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He opened his eyes and made contact with the same brimming table of food.

Before any of the guests could even talk, he stabbed his stomach with the knife.

He woke up once more, moving his blade quickly.

But the eyes were faster.

Sleep.

Stab!

Sleep.

Stab!

Sleep.

Stab!

It was like an endless cycle.

The same dream. The same perfect world. Zenitsu didn't know how many times he was forced to stab himself.