𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚
"am I my sister's keeper?"
let us bathe in the malice of a millennium.
no nicer than the demons slain. 400 years and a burning agenda, what makes her any better?
⚠️Suicidal themes, Explicit Language,
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Muzan gritted his teeth at the girl before him. She was nothing like her ancestor—
Wait.
The one he fatally wounded four hundred years ago was her successor. This was the girl Kokushibo wished to kill, but the accursed gods kept all demons away from her. This was a girl who was stronger than men in that era. She was getting in the way. She was bringing that ghost closer to killing him, to cutting him in the way Yoriichi had wounded him years ago. She had to be killed swiftly. She was more dangerous than any of those petty slayers squirming about like vermin.
For a moment, all his focus was on destroying her, breaking her blades before she could swing at him again with another technique. The full fury of his eyes rested on that force— venomous, firey, looking at him as disdainfully as the gods looked down on his life. He hadn't seen this breath in 400 years. He only succeeded in knocking them from her hands; the burning red prevented him from shattering their edge. She only caught him off guard because he was set on killing Tanjiro—but she wasn't gonna get him again!
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"Ren-shounen!" Recovered from the blow he had seemingly took before Sakurai arrived, Rengoku stood before her and took an attack so brutal, his arm went flying and a great arc tore up his chest in Sakurai's place. The ruby streams curved in the light, streaking in the air as Rengoku's skin was slashed open.
"No!!!" she screamed in protest. There was no stopping but she felt her heart stutter.
"Look!" Tanjiro yelled, indicating the scars beginning to appear. Scars that Yoriichi inflicted years ago. "He's weakening! Those scars moving are vital!!"
Caw! Forty Minutes Till Dawn!
Muzan thought better of trying to drag out with the pesky slayers here. It was fruitless to drag it on. He began to run.
"I told you not to come here!" she cried at Rengoku falling into her arms, unwilling to drop him in hot pursuit of the enemy. Her focus had been broken by his interference, and now, the harm he did unto himself by appearing once again. "Kakushi! Take him!! Treat him right away!"
He grabbed the lapel of her coat to pull her away from her cries, although quite weakly, and dropped his own sword into her lap. The hilt was pure black and less embellished than the one he had given Tanjiro, but it's edge was sharp. "Regardless of rank, it's my job to pave the way for the younger generation. So take this sword. Don't be devastated by your weakness here; you once saved my life, so it was my turn to save yours. Grit your teeth and look at the enemy there and don't take your eyes off him until he's died the death he deserves." He lifted his hand weakly to the Kakushi running to treat him, halting their hurry. "Don't waste that medicine on me... he already fatally wounded me before."
His hand was weak as the Kakushi quickly banded together to get him off of Sakurai, who was stunned by such an abrupt and sudden move. She had lost him in the interdimensional fortress, she had failed to send him back home, and now his death was to save her. A measly slayer trying to make damage on the ultimate boss. Why would she be worthy?
