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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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As the Hashira arrived back at the Butterfly Mansion, the grand entrance hall filled with the sound of their footsteps and the jingle of their swords.
Shinobu led the way, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she turned to her companions.
"And here comes the ever-stoic Giyu, always ready with a word of wisdom or a piercing glare," Shinobu teased, gesturing to the tall, pale Hashira who walked with the grace of a blade cutting through water.
Giyu merely raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining as impassive as ever.
Rengoku and Tengen exchanged amused glances, the former's wild red hair bouncing with each step, the shiny rocks on his bandana swaying like a pendulum.
They both threw their heads back and laughed, the sound booming through the cavernous space.
"Ah, leave the poor man be, Shinobu!" Rengoku chuckled, clapping a hand on Giyu's shoulder.
"Not everyone can be as jovial as you, always ready with a joke or a quip."
Giyu merely shrugged off the contact, his expression never changing as he stared straight ahead, his ice-blue eyes distant and unfocused.
The four Hashira stood for a moment longer, their laughter tapering off into a comfortable silence as they waited for Shinobu to lead them deeper into the mansion.
The Hashira froze, their laughter dying in their throats as they took in the shocking sight before them.
There, perched on a large, jagged rock in the middle of the entrance hall, sat Muzan.
But she was not the Muzam they knew, the Muzan they had grown accustomed to seeing.
No, this was different, her once lustrous black hair now a shock of stark white, a glaring contrast to the dark, gothic attire she wore.
As the four Hashira stared in disbelief, Y/N turned to face them, a twisted, angry smile stretching across her face.
The expression was so at odds with her youthful features that it sent a chill down their spines, a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs like a lead weight.
Before any of them could react, before they could even begin to process the drastic change in Y/N's appearance, she moved.
With a sudden, violent jerk, she threw Shinobu's sister Kanae, the young woman who had been standing beside her, and flung her to the ground with a harsh, brutal motion.
