Higashikuze Akiho's very existence was thought to be taboo among demons and humans alike: she was a half-demon, the first of her kind. But being taken in and rasied by a former pillar with a strong sense of justice and a hatred for Kibutsuji Muzan...
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第四十二话
Dawn was nearing.
Close.
But still thirty minutes away.
Tanjirou was still engaging in a fierce battle with Muzan, who at this time, finally realized all the effects of Tamayo's medicines. She was a cunning woman who created four different types of potions that worked in tandem with each other, and with the demon slayers relentless attacks.
One, to attempt to turn his cells back to human.
Two, to rapidly age his cells.
Three, toprevent him from splitting apart.
Four, to start destroying the cells remaining in his body.
Even in death, she would make sure to punish the devil who had done so much evil.
Yushirou quickly wiped a tear from his eyes as he distributed more of the adrenaline shots to a group of surviving demon slayers with Murata. He wouldn't be able to help once the sun comes, so they needed to quickly inject the Pillars who were still alive so that they could help and win this fight once and for all.
Was it possible? he thought with gritted teeth. Like Akiho who lay before him, the others were in even worse states. Sanemi and Mitsuri were unconscious and badly wounded. Gyoumei's leg was shredded and he was losing strength. Giyuu's arm got cut off and the shock had paralyzed him. Obanai's eyes were blinded and yet, somehow still assisting Tanjirou when the boy was pushed to the corner.
He didn't even expect the shot to work, but Akiho finally gasped awake as a surge of energy coursed through her.
"Oi—are you okay?!"
She didn't answer right away. Her golden eyes were unfocused at first, then sharpened with sudden clarity. She looked around and saw Genya safe but unconscious. She then saw the destruction and trail of fallen bodies—her comrades who she trained and shared meals with.
All gone.
"I, I need my sword."
Yushirou hesitated, "Can you still fight? You're not regenerating. Your wounds—"
"Yes," she slowly stood up with the conviction much like a pillar's. Even with her wounds screaming at her and muscles aching, her heart will forever be ablaze.
It dawned on Yushirou that the girl didn't realize the full truth of what had happened to her. But he doubt it would've mattered by the look in her eyes. He thought, for a moment, why Tamayo must have trusted the Demon Slayer Corps after all. If it was them, then they can do it.
