𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮

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F/N stared at Tanjiro who's now still and doesn't move. No.

Muzan once more swung his whips around and injured Mitsuri, Giyuu, and Obanai.

F/N remained standing, processing of what's happening around. She looked in her surroundings; pool of blood, servered heads, torso, limbs. And then there's Tanjiro on the ground. Is he actually dead? No way.

Enough.

Just stop already.

"Your battle doesn't stop at freeing me."

You don't have to tell me that.

I'm tired. So much tired. My hands couldn't even grip tight.

"You have to."

How? My strength is so much below his level.

"You can do that, F/N. You managed to kill me. You sure can kill him too."

Mitsuri dashed once more to fight. "You can still move? You hashira, you marked ones are harder to kill," Muzan sakd before sending another whip to her direction.

"KANROJI!" Yelled Obanai, worriedly. "SAVE YOURSELF, PLEASE!"

"Sorry. I am late."

"Himejima-san..." Mitsuri whispered after he appeared in front of her.

A blade was also pierced through Muzan's skull in which belonged to Sanemi who also arrived at the battlefield. He then threw bottle that contains unknown liquids that ignited into fire the second it broke.

"Dirty tricks, huh?!" Muzan said furiously.

"Yeah. Just what you deserve!" Sanemi exclaimed. "I'm going to kill you, you scum."

All of them exchanged attacks and F/N remained standing there. She couldn't move and she doesn't understand.

Marked ones.

Right. I won't be able to manifest mine, right?

Or are they wrong?

So hot. Did I get fever from all of this? No doubt. I just woke up, after all.

Kori no kokyū....
[Breath of Ice....]

Sprinting towards Muzan's direction she gritted his teeth and all anger was present in her expression.

Jū ichi no kata...
[Eleventh Form...]

Giyuu looked at her direction as his eyes widening at the sight of her. She was walking steadily, eyes are fixated in Muzan while her hands are gripping her blade tightly. "I thought she..."

Shirade
[White Out]

As if blind, half of Muzan's consciousness was purely white and he couldn't tell if he's blind or was he brought somewhere. This eternal blinding domain is awfully familiar to him and he knew exactly who owns this place.

A raven haired woman in her kimono, standing in the distance. Yet somehow, why does this creature felt different than Yoru? He thought.