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CHAPTER 19
❝ LET'S JUST LET IT GO ❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ DEMONS CAN NEVER feel fatigue. We can regenerate for as long as we can and we last long in fights against humans. We can simply overpower a human with our strength alone. We do not feel exhaustion even after fighting for hours and hours and hours nonstop. We do not feel anything.
Yet, with my flowers slowly withering away the more I fight against the Winter Hashira, how come I slowly feel myself getting tired? How come the will to slaughter him has now faded? How come, as I retract the vines and roots back into my body, I feel myself slowly accepting death by the hands of the oldest Hashira?
He was confused, and so was I. Why am I not fighting back anymore? Why do I not let my flowers defend me as he steadily comes at me, ready to swing his sword and slice my neck? Why am I not doing anything but watch him approach me with his ice cold blade that could easily burn my skin and prevent me from regenerating anymore?
Why do I not want this anymore?
"Big sister!"
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"Huh?"
I looked around, trying to find the source of that familiar voice. It was so familiar that there was already an image appearing in my mind. Perhaps it was a memory from when I was human, and it was just starting to reveal itself as soon as I threw away my will to live as a demon.
"Big sister!"
There it was again! It was from a little girl. The voice was calling for me and I knew it.
