rengoku is on a mission in a village when he finds a small child that is shunned by everyone turns out this little girl has a nine tailed fox demon sealed inside her in short she's a jinchuriki the demon slayer corps take this girl in order to study...
in a split second akaza's hand is severed as a gruff and commanding voice speaks"akaza....you...go to far"
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"It's alright, Lord Kokushibo! I don't mind at all!" The cheery voice of Douma pierces the silence as he regenerates his head as if it were nothing. "I am not saying this for your sake. It disturbs the ranking. Even I fear that cracks might form in the hierarchy."Douma simply smiles saying, "Oh... alright."
"Akaza, if you don't like it, then request blood combat to replace us," Kokushibo directs his attention to Akaza, who just stares in shock. Douma tries to defuse the situation, but his words only further Akaza's rage, while Kokushibo ignores his attempts
"we must be lenient with those ranked below us not scorn them Akaza....do you understand what i'm saying to you"
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With no other choice but to obey his superior, "Yes, I understand. I'm definitely going to kill you," he states, turning his head, his voice filled with malice, while Kokushibo remains calm. "Yes, you have my encouragement," responds the Upper One before disappearing. Akaza then leaps away, just as Gyokko and Hantengu are transported by the Biwa woman.
Douma turns toward the biwa player, maintaining his cheerful tone, as she simply cradles the biwa. "Hey, how about you and I later on—" he begins, only to be cut off as she firmly responds, "I decline," and with a strum of her biwa, she sends him back to his cult.
(nobody p.o.v again.)
"I made tea for you both!"a burgundy haired male calls out A man with silvery blonde hair and whiskers on his cheeks turns and smiles upon hearing this, as he gently pokes the baby cradled in the arms of the man wearing hanafuda earrings. "Oh, thank you..." "Yeah, thanks a lot!—" The man with the hanafuda earrings quickly places a calloused hand over the other man's mouth to prevent him from waking the now sleeping child.
The other man smiles sheepishly. "I really am sorry to ask visitors like you to watch over my child," says the burgundy-haired man as he sits next to the other two. "We'll drink this and leave... otherwise, my partner here will just keep eating," he adds, while the blonde rolls his eyes and picks up a rice ball to eat.
"Don't worry about it! We owe you our lives; if it weren't for you, my child wouldn't have been born!" The man wearing hanafuda earrings simply sips his tea as the other looks sadly at the ground. "I understand... but I'll tell my grandchildren about you two!" "That... isn't necessary."
"But... if you have no heirs, who will remember? Even if I'm just a charcoal seller, someday someone will remember," the blonde-haired man replies before the one with hanafuda earrings can interject, "It's not really necessary."
