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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting s...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 」 𝐅 𝐀 𝐑 𝐄 𝐖 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋
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Clutching her shoulder that had started to bleed again due to her overexerting her body once more, (Y/N) watched as Tamayo knelt by Susamaru's body, she having cast a spell that seemed to be able to pull truths and loosen the tongue. Susamaru was forced to say Muzan's name, activating the curse that ripped and tore apart her body.
It was brutal.
But she was a demon.
So (Y/N) couldn't say that she cared much.
"Is... she dead?" Tanjiro asked from the floor, he having accompanied Nezuko in her fight against Susamaru, his entire body aching from going against such a powerful demon.
"She will be momentarily," Tamayo answered, bitterness washing over her expression, her hair loosened from her neat bun now shifting as she lowered her head. "That's the curse. The flesh will be destroyed by Kibutsuji's cells in her body. In general, battles between demons are futile. It's pointless because they can't inflict fatal wounds on each other. Only sunlight and the swords of the Demon Slayers can do so. Kibutsuji alone appears to be able to destroy a demon's cells. But that is only because his blood flows through their veins."
(Y/N) sighed, moving to stand but faltering when Yushiro ran up to her and shoved a cloth to her mouth, he having done the same to Tanjiro only moments prior.
"Don't inhale Tamayo-sama's spell, idiot," he scowled. "It's harmful to the human body."
"And here I thought you didn't care," she mumbled into the cloth, watching as Yushiro appeared flustered by her jab, only seeming to answer by stalking away and grumbling to himself.
"Tanjiro-san... (Y/N)-san..." Tamayo gained their attention once more. "She is not one of the Twelve Kizuki. The Twelve Kizuki have numbers engraved on their eyes, and are exempt from Kibutsuji's curse given that he has bestowed upon them special permission to do so, being that they are second in strength and authority to himself. She doesn't have one. Most likely, that other demon wasn't a member of the Twelve Kizuki, either."
"Well, that's fucking obvious," (Y/N) spat as she glared down at the remnants of Yahaba's clothing. "The fucker was weak."
"Huh!?" Tanjiro seemed surprised by her statement. "You thought he was weak? You thought she was weak? At that level?"
"I'm a Hashira, red boy," she stated as she turned to face him, her eyebrows furrowed with her lips formed into that of a scowl even though he couldn't see the look as it was hidden behind the cloth that she still held to her face. "Handling these weaklings is easy for me. Especially since I will be the strongest damn Demon Slayer out there."
