𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, the daughter of the progenitor of demons finally returns home. With a heart black as night and a voice as alluring as a siren's, she only has one goal: To finish what she failed to do 300 years earlier.
All the while, failing to not...
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UPON TURNING AROUND, Akaza was met with the sight of two demon slayers. He immediately recognized one of them. Beside the one with an interesting mismatched haori pattern was the burgundy haired boy he had been itching to get his revenge on.
"So you've come, huh?"
Tanjiro immediately tensed up, his expression falling into one of pure anger. He recognized this demon, it was the same one who killed Rengoku. The same one who turned tail and ran like a coward.
"You!" Tanjiro shouted, only to narrowly dodge the fist that Akaza had thrown at him.
Hinokami Kagura, Fire Wheel!
Using his technique, Tanjiro managed to avoid the Uppermoon's attack as well as slice the demon's arm clean off. The attack shocked all three in the room.
Giyuu watched the young boy manage to land a clean attack on the demon, one that was hard for even the best demon slayers to manage. With something akin to pride swelling within him, memories of when he first met the boy who had groveled on the ground before him, began to resurface.
Akaza was also thoroughly impressed, finally understanding Kyojuro Rengoku's words about the boy. He had not been weak after all— he was very much a formidable opponent now. The thought made him excited, so much so that he was reminded about his own self... no, that wasn't right.
The Uppermoon Three found himself feeling as though he was missing something. He had always been strong and he had always despised the weak.. right? Then why was there this gaping feeling in his heart like he was missing an entire piece of himself?
Slash!
Akaza did not have time to linger on that thought when he immediately noticed how bright Tanjiro's attacks were. They were truly eyecatching, in such a way that differed from the Flame Hashira's attacks. Paired with the other demon slayer's attacks, who appeared to use water breathing, their intertwining attacks were truly a sight to behold.
The array of colors and flashy moves that seemingly exploded midair against his own caused a sort of deja vu to overtake him. It continued to tug at his thoughts until he eventually couldn't ignore the thought. Something about it was painful in a way, like his mind refused to allow him to remember such a thought.
