Justice is Blind |『 Female OC 』• Kimetsu no Yaiba

Act 43: Two Shadows of the Past

*Clang*

*Boom*

Gyomei stood firm against the onslaught, his massive frame a bulwark of unyielding resolve. His flail and axe gleamed bright red, the edges burning with a lethal intensity that slowed even Muzan's rapid regeneration. Every swing of his weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, forcing Muzan to step back, if only for a moment.

With a roar that echoed like rolling thunder, Gyomei brought his flail down in a devastating arc. The weapon struck true, cleaving through Muzan's left side with incredible force. Flesh and bone tore apart, the left half of Muzan's torso severed in a grisly spray.

He stepped back, his chest heaving as he gripped his weapon. His sightless eyes locked onto Muzan's shifting form with uncanny precision, his ears attuned to every nuance of the battle. "You won't escape this time," Gyomei rumbled, his voice steady despite the burning strain in his muscles.

Muzan's wounds began to regenerate almost instantly, but the delay was longer than before. The red blades and relentless assault were taking their toll, slowing even the Demon King's seemingly invincible body.

"Gyomei! Hold him off!" Sanemi snarled, sprinting toward a pile of seals scattered across the debris-strewn ground. His hands moved quickly, grabbing one and slapping it against his forehead without hesitation.

The moment the seal connected, Sanemi staggered. His vision swirled, the battlefield momentarily dissolving into a kaleidoscope of shapes and colours. Then, clarity struck like a bolt of lightning. The air around him seemed to ripple, revealing figures that had been hidden from his sight before.

Kanao darted gracefully between Muzan's lashing tendrils, her violet eyes gleaming with a deadly focus. Zenitsu blurred across the battlefield, his blade flashing in arcs of golden light. Kage weaved through the chaos, his movements precise despite his missing arm. And Inosuke charged forward with his twin blades raised high.

"I see them," Sanemi muttered, his voice laced with awe. His sharp gaze followed Inosuke as the boar-headed slayer swung his swords in a reckless arc, their edges colliding harmlessly against one of Muzan's regenerating whips.

Inosuke, catching Sanemi's gaze, pointed one of his twin blades toward the hashira. "Oi! Wind guy! Your sword's all red and shiny! I want one like that!" he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement.

Kage chuckled. His smirk was visible even through the chaos. "It's not that simple, Inosuke," he said, his tone dry yet tinged with amusement. "You can't just wish for it. It takes more than brute force," he added before dodging a tendril that lashed out toward him.

Inosuke growled, his boar mask tilting upward as he brandished his blades. "Well, it looks like it only takes brute force! Just watch. I'll get one brighter than any of yours!" he declared, making Sanemi let out a sharp laugh, his grip tightening on his blade. "Less whining, more fighting!" he barked, redirecting his focus back to the battle.

With a deep inhale, Sanemi surged forward, his movements swift and deliberate. His blade glowed red-hot as he raised it high. "Wind Breathing Seventh Form: Gale Sudden Gusts!" he roared. The air around him exploded into a whirlwind, his strikes cutting through Muzan's appendages with ruthless efficiency.