The Shadow Hashira - Tengen X Reader X Sanemi

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The battle unfolded with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the district. Daki was relentless, her strikes becoming more aggressive, her laughter echoing like a taunt in the night. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the weight of impending doom settling over us as I continued to watch from the shadows.

Then, as if summoned by Daki's cruelty, a second presence emerged. A figure stepped into the fray—Gyutaro, Daki's brother. My breath caught in my throat as shock washed over me. I knew the legends of the Upper Rank demons, and I had heard whispers of their formidable partnership, but witnessing it firsthand was a different story. The sheer intensity of their combined power was overwhelming.

Tengen's eyes widened, a flicker of realization passing over his face as he registered the full extent of the threat before him. The brothers' appearance changed the dynamics of the battle in an instant. The air grew heavier with dread as Gyutaro joined his sister, their laughter mingling as they prepared to unleash their fury upon the Demon Slayers.

"No," I whispered under my breath, a wave of panic surging through me. This wasn't just a fight anymore; it was a death sentence for everyone involved. My grip on my spear tightened as I bounced across the rooftops, staying low and following the unfolding chaos. I couldn't yet interfere, I reminded myself, but each moment felt like an eternity.

As Tengen clashed with the two demons, I felt my heart pound in sync with the rhythm of their battle. He fought fiercely, but with each passing second, it became clearer how the odds were stacked against him. Daki and Gyutaro were a formidable duo, each attack they launched pushing him closer to his limits.

I watched as he staggered under their relentless onslaught, moments of hesitation creeping into his movements. My breath hitched every time he looked like he might fall, the thought of losing him sending a cold chill through my bones. But he wasn't done yet. With sheer determination, he regained the upper hand at times, launching counterattacks that showcased his strength and skill, but it was a struggle—barely enough to keep the demons at bay.

The intensity of the fight surged, each clash of their weapons reverberating through the streets. I could see the weariness etching itself onto Tengen's features, but beneath that exhaustion burned an unyielding spirit. He was the Sound Hashira, and I admired him for his resolve, even as my heart raced with fear for his safety.

I was on the edge of my hiding place, instincts screaming at me to jump in, to aid him. But my duty held me back, a chain binding me to the shadows. I felt the weight of my spear pressing against me, a reminder of the responsibility I bore. I had to wait for the right moment—if only I could be certain it would come.

Tengen fought valiantly, and I could feel the urgency growing within me. The battle had intensified beyond what I had anticipated, and my heart ached with the desire to protect him. I had to hold back just a little longer, but the pain of inaction was almost too much to bear.

The battle raged on, and the night air was thick with the stench of blood and the sounds of steel clashing against steel. Tengen was giving everything he had, but with each strike against Daki and Gyutaro, it became painfully evident that he was being pushed to his limits. Their movements were a symphony of chaos and brutality, and as I watched from the shadows, my heart raced with a mix of dread and admiration.

Gyutaro swung his scythe with precision, a lethal arc that caught Tengen off guard. He barely managed to deflect it, but the force sent him stumbling backward, his footing faltering for just a moment. I felt a pang of panic as I watched him struggle to regain his balance, the weight of the fight crashing down on him like a wave.

"Get the fuck up!" I muttered under my breath, gripping my spear tighter. The urge to leap into the fray surged within me, but I forced myself to remain still. My duty as a shadow Hashira demanded patience, even when every instinct screamed at me to help him.