『ʙɴʜᴀ x ᴋɴʏ! ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ』
"𝘼 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥."
During Taisho era, the Demon slayer corps defeated Kibutsuji Muzan, or so they thought. The whole country...
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The young Hashira wasn't able to react as he was met with a flesh blade being driven through his chest and coming out of his back.
Y/n had a look of shocked that soon turns to fear.
He weakly staggers, blood seeping from his wounds to Kokushibou's flesh blade.
Their surroundings were massively collapsing from the shockwave when Kokushibou struck Y/n.
"You have proved your potential, young one..."
Y/n's body became motionless and his heavy eyes were closing, until darkness took over his sight.
Y/n's subconscious realm stretched out endlessly. A grey-tinted void littered with broken Greek-style columns, suspended chains, and drifting shards of memories
Atop a jagged stone stood the Entity, a perfect reflection of Y/n, yet twisted. They stared up at the swirling grey sky.
"It's useless. There's nothing for all of you can do anymore." They spoke directly to the deceased slayers.
Their gaze lowered.
Lying on the cracked ground was Y/n, unconscious, barely breathing. Blood trickled from his wounds, pooling beneath him like dark ink.
The Entity's lips curled into a slow, delighted smile. They stepped down from thestone, approaching him.
"Defeated so easily."they mocked, clicking their tongue.
"By an Upper Moon, no less. Tsk... and here I thought you were aiming higher."
Their fingers hooked into Y/n's hair, lifting his face slightly as if inspecting a broken toy.
"What a mess you've become. Still... adorable in your desperation to survive."
They placed a hand over Y/n's heart, a pulse of dark energy rippling outward through the realm.