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"The...Entertainment District?" Tanjiro questions. Of course he wouldn't know of it. I'm sure Inosuke doesn't know either.

"You know..." Zenitsu starts. Why am I not surprised that he knows about this place? "The place with all the...the beautiful- and all the...you get what I'm trying to say, right?!" He starts laughing in a creepy manner.

"You probably only confused them more." I inform, stepping away from him to join Inosuke's side, farthest away from him.

"Listen up!" Uzui orders and does a bunch of strange movements, before stopping on some gesture with his hands. "I am a god! You three are trash!" He sure is dramatic.

I cross my arms. "Then what am I?"

He points at me. "You're Feisty."

I nod. "Oh right..."

Considering how much we fought, I'm surprised I'm not trash too. What am I thinking? These boys aren't trash either. Uzui's just very egotistical.

He continues. "That's the first bit of info you need to pound into your heads, so thread it in! You'll turn into dogs, if I say so! You'll turn into monkeys, if I tell you! So, get ready to bend over backwards, pander to my every wish, and worship me endlessly! Don't forget, above all things, that I am a god!"

I just stare at him. 'This man must be the most wild of all the Hashiras...'

"Quick question, Lord Uzui. What exactly are you the god of?" Tanjiro asks. Does he really believe that Uzui's a god?

"That is a great question, pupil. You have great potential." Uzui replies, nodding. "I am the god of festivals. The god of flashiness."

I shake my head slightly. 'Poor Tanjiro...he's believing this whole "god of flashiness" thing.'

"Well, I'm the King of the Mountain. Nice to meet you, god of festivals." Inosuke greets, resting his hands on his hips.

I sigh and rest my face in my hand. "Oh no..."

"That's odd..." Uzui mutters, looking at Inosuke. "I've never heard of you before. Something about you creeps me out."

"Creepy?!" Inosuke exclaims, starting to charge at him, but Tanjiro holds him back. "I'll show you creepy!"

"Calm down, Inosuke!" Tanjiro yells.

I shake my head. "You two are ridiculous..." I look at Uzui. "I thought we were supposed to be leaving immediately. Instead, we've just been standing here."

"Right. Enough fooling around." He looks at me. "How are you with running, Feisty?"

"I don't do it too much." I reply. "I'm usually inside, making medicine or doing something else of the sort all day."

"You're being carried then." He grabs me by my wrist and pulls me over beside him. I try to pry his hand away from my wrist.

Tanjiro raises his hand. "Mr. Uzui, I could carry Miss Sasaki."

"Or I could, since you're already carrying Nezuko." Zenitsu offers.

"No! Let me!" Inosuke exclaims. "I'm stronger than both of you combined!"

"No way." Uzui answers, picking me up and turning away from the boys. "It would just make any of you more of a deadweight then."

"Hey!" I shout, hitting him. "I'm not that heavy!"

He nods. "Yeah. You're really light. They just already won't be able to keep up with me." He looks at the boys over his shoulder, as he gets ready to take off.