𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊˚ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ‗ ❍ ⁱⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ˣ ᶠ.ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ [ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ]

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After a lot of tears, a lot of mourning for their lost ones- the trio got ready to leave the death filled room. This battle was far from over, so they had to help the others immediately. (Y/N) was covered in bruises and cuts, but Kanao and Inosuke had it a lot worse than her. Kanao couldn't see from her right eye- it was bloodshot and was beginning to cloud over. Inosuke's chest was still bleeding, and she could see his body shaking.

"You both did amazing, well done" The h/c haired girl said softly as she wrapped them both in a hug, their tears still wet against her uniform. She was never good at comforting people, it was never one of her strong points. But she knew how much they must have been hurting right now. 

She broke away from the hug and wrapped her arm around Inosuke's shoulder, helping him walk and keep his balance. He was still sniffling and her heart ached, he must have been so heart broken.

"Shinobu, Kanao, Inosuke, (Y/N)! Those four defeated Upper Rank 2!" A crow called out as they walked, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They had killed him, they knew that. But she just needed that conformation to make it more real for her.

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The Mist Hashira was down.

Genya...Genya was down. 

They were losing so many amazing fighters, this battle was going to be a tough one. She already knew they were going to lose so many more people, and her heart stung just at the thought of it. The trio had met up with Zenitsu and Murata as they rounded a corner, and they were just as badly beaten up as them. Everyone was suffering so much...but it was for the sake of the future.

"Muzan has returned! He has returned- The Hashira must gather!" The same crow screamed, and (Y/N) felt her blood turn ice cold. Shit, this was really happening. Whilst they were defeating Muzan's army, he had been busy regenerating himself.

Her footsteps sounded from beside her as she sprinted through the shifting hallways, the others in tow. One minute they were running on solid ground, the next- an explosion rang through the air, and they were thrown outside. The chill air stung against her wounds...but this was good. If they could just keep Muzan outside until dawn, they could kill him!

Cries and blood curdling screams filled the stagnant air as she was thrown onto the floor, and it didn't take her long before she could see why. Her vision was blurry due to the fall, but she could clearly see. Muzan was stood in the center- his sharp whips cutting through the lower class slayers, tearing them apart and killing them instantly. 

She pulled herself up from the floor as quickly as she could, limping towards the action. The Hashira had Muzan cornered, and they were unleashing attacks as frequently as they could. But even from this distance she could see how wounded they were. Sucking in a deep breath she shakily pulled out her blade, and let out a cry.

"Muzan! We're gonna fucking kill you!"