TILL' DEATH DO US APART — CHAPTER #30 — FOR WHAT IS A MAN, WHAT HAS HE GOT, IF NOT HIMSELF, THEN HE HAS NOT

Your body tensed as Akaza came into view, and you instinctively arched your back, providing a better vantage point. 'He's here... damn it, I can't afford to tremble now!' The realization that Rengoku's impending death loomed closer than anticipated sent shivers down your spine, and your hands trembled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Sensing your unease, he stood up, positioning himself protectively in front of you.

"Do not fear, (L/N). I'll protect you." He reassured, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

But fear gripped your heart at those words. You were wounded, weakened. How could he promise to protect you when you knew you wouldn't be able to shield him every moment? The thought of his safety, his life being endangered, terrified you. Before he could move away, you summoned every ounce of strength and grabbed his hand, extending your prone body towards him. There were so many things you wanted to say, to convey your fears and hopes. You wanted to warn him, to tell him everything so he would remain cautious. Yet, words failed you, and your breath hitched in your throat. Seriously? At this critical moment, your anxiety took hold?

Admittedly, your attachment to Rengoku as one of your favorite characters and your deep affection for him played a part, but on a deeper, subconscious level, you didn't want him to leave your side. It was a reflection of the fear you had experienced when your mother passed away-being left alone-You knew that once the battle began, his life would be in immediate danger. Sensing your trembling, he smiled reassuringly and gave your hand a firm, reassuring squeeze.

"(L/N), do not fear. I still remember your request from our first meeting." He said, his words laced with both conviction and tenderness.

"...Don't die... okay?" The words escaped your lips, the sincerity in your plea evident in your eyes. It was a simple yet heartfelt request, driven by your genuine concern for his well-being.

A moment of silence enveloped you both, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Yet, he closed his eyes, his smile softening as he contemplated how to respond to your heartfelt plea. "Okay. I won't die." He finally said, his voice filled with determination. "...I promise."

As your trembling hand clung to Rengoku's, he spoke with unwavering determination, his voice carrying a sense of resolute conviction. "I'll keep our promise, alright?" The warmth in his smile enveloped you, as though the sun itself was radiating its benevolence upon you. In that moment, a profound sense of reassurance washed over you, momentarily easing the weight of your fears.

Reluctantly, you released your grasp on him, allowing him to step away. His gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and sweetness that melted your heart. His smile, like a beacon of hope, imprinted itself in your mind as he prepared to face the imminent danger. It was a stark departure from the events depicted in the anime, where Akaza initially targeted Tanjiro. Rengoku wasted no time, seizing the opportunity to launch a swift and decisive attack without delay. "Flame breathing; second form, rising scorching sun!"

Akaza took a step back, his eyes fixed on his sword. A sly grin spread across his face as he extended his tongue, licking his own hand with a disturbing flicker of anticipation. The sight sent a chill down your spine. His words echoed in the air, laden with a mixture of admiration and malice. "That's a fine sword."

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'AJHHHHHH0UD9OUEJDIUJDIR3JFOR3FOPIHDEIOFHJROEICJRFI1!1 LICK ME! ME! LICK ME! FUCKING LICK ME! GIVE ME YOUR AKUSSY! I WANT THE AKUSSY! TAKE ME! GOD DAMN! THIS MAN, DEMON- WHATEVER! LET ME TAKE THE AKUSSY!'

In the midst of the chaotic situation, you find yourself grabbed by Akaza, his strong hands firmly clasping your waist. The suddenness of it all sends a surge of adrenaline through your body, and your mind races to comprehend what is happening.

"Wait, what?!" You managed to utter, your voice filled with confusion and surprise. Rengoku's voice booms, filled with anger and concern as he yells your name, reprimanding himself for his careless mistake.

As Akaza feels your racing heartbeat, he lets out a resigned sigh, realizing your fear. He muttered to you, his voice laced with a hint of understanding. "...I know you're scared, but I can't have you getting in the middle of our chit chat, woman."

'BITCH- THE AKUSSY! I'M- ME- YOU- SHE- AHHHHH!' Deep inside, your emotions are in a whirlwind. You're not scared in the conventional sense; instead, your heart races with a mix of excitement and anticipation. It's not every day that you find yourself in such close proximity to someone as powerful and intriguing as Akaza. His muscles, his abs-they captivate your attention, overriding any fear you should feel in this dangerous situation-

Perplexed, Akaza took a moment to look at your face. Recognition dawns on him, and he exclaimed the next words. "W-What?! You're that woman from last time?!"

A mischievous grin played on your lips as you chuckled, winking at him and giving a peace sign with your tongue out. "Tee-hee! Aw, you remember me!"

"What the fuck?!" Caught off guard by your audacity, Akaza's shock caused him to accidentally drop you onto the hard floor. You winced in pain, clutching your stomach as your back meets the unforgiving surface.

"Ouch!"

Frowning, Akaza scolded you, his finger pointed accusingly in your direction. "Woman! Didn't I tell you to quit?! You're weak and so stubborn! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Like hell I will listen to you! It's my job! I'm not going to quit just because some stupid demon tells me to!" Defiance fuels your response as you retort, your voice laced with determination.

"Stupid?!" Akaza repeated your words, his shock almost tangible. "May I remind you that you're talking to an upper demon?"

Unfazed, you responded with a touch of sass. "Fuck you. My mom didn't raise a little bitch. She raised a pussy, not a bitch."

"Agh!" Aggravated by your persistence, Akaza lets out a frustrated sigh, his frown deepening. "And what's with that uniform?! Cover yourself up a little!"

"Why?! Are you embarrassed by my cute chest?!" You playfully taunted, puffing out your chest for emphasis.

"THE HELL?! HELL I'M NOT- A-AND STOP DOING THAT THING!" Akaza's voice raised in frustration as he averted his gaze, unwilling to give in to your teasing.

"Poor little virgin! You're so cute when you're embarrassed! Don't be shy!" You teased him, something that you thought you would never do in your life.

"Gh-" He raised his fist but restrained himself. He grunted as he looked away. 'Calm yourself, calm yourself. She's a woman, she's a woman.' He chanted on his mind. This was the first time in his life that he had been provoked to hit a woman. (Damn- first Sanemi and now Akaza💀 why are u making men restrain themselves from punching you??)

"..." Amidst the banter between you and Akaza, Rengoku stands, observing the exchange with a mix of amusement and concern. He knows the gravity of the situation and the need for focus, yet he can't help but find humor in your interaction. However, his frown soon replaces the smile on his face, reminding himself to stay alert.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Akaza grabs your face by the chin, his grip gentler than he initially intended. He wants to force you to look at him, to make you understand the severity of the situation. "Listen here, you," he began, his voice filled with a lethal intensity. "If you move even an inch from this spot, I'll kill you. Do you hear me?"

You met his gaze, your eyes wide with a mix of defiance and intrigue. "Yes."

Akaza's surprise is evident as he swears under his breath. He can't believe what he's witnessing-stars and hearts seemingly flicker in your eyes-accompanied by a faint blush on your cheeks. Your mouth twitches, as if fighting back a smile. What in the world is going on, (Y/N)? This is not the time for such reactions! Unfazed by the unexpected effect you seem to be having on Akaza, you remained steadfast. His attention diverted back to Rengoku, he disregarded your presence for the moment.

"Let's talk." Akaza said, his voice taking on a more serious tone as he addresses the flame hashira.

"What would you and I have to talk about? I'm meeting you now for the first time, but I already hate you."

"Is that right? Well, I loathe weak humans, too. The sight of a weakling like her," He looks at you. "Makes my skin crawl."

"Wow...! I didn't know you were someone who speaks fluent shit. What a surprise."

"Haha, all right. I have a brilliant proposal for you. Why don't you become a demon, too?"

"I will not."

"I can tell your strength at a glance. You're a hashira, aren't you? Your fighting spirit has been honed to the hilt. It's close to the realm of the highest."

"Holy shit. Do I have Alzheimer? Because I don't remember asking your damn opinion." He sighed, angry. "I'm the flame hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro."

"I'm Akaza..." As he said that, he looked to your direction.

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'Ah- DO I INTRODUCE MYSELF?! WAIT- LET ME SOUND SCARED!'

"(L-L-L/N) (Y/N)..." THIS GIRL-

"(L/N), Kyojuro, let me tell you both why you can't enter the realm of the highest. Because you're human. Because you're going to grow old and die. Come on, become a demon Kyojuro. Do that, and you can go on training for a millions of years... you can become stronger."

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"Both growing old and dying are part of the beauty of being an ephemeral creature like a human. The fact that we grow old and die, is what makes human life so unbearably precious and noble. Strength isn't a word used to describe just the body. This woman right there, isn't weak at all. Do not even dare to insult her. I'll repeat it as many times as it takes, you and I have different senses of values. No matter what is the reason, I will not become a demon!"

'Rengoku...' You thought, surprised by the fact that he was defending you on the first place.

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"I see. That's a shame." He positioned himself. "Technique development; destructive death, compass needle!" A smile formed on Akaza's lips as he beheld the sight before him. The mere presence of Rengoku ignited a twisted sense of amusement within him. "If you refuse to become a demon, I'll kill you." He declared, relishing the prospect of engaging in a deadly battle.

The clash between Rengoku and Akaza commenced, their movements a mesmerizing dance of strength and skill. It was a truly unique experience for you to witness this intense fight firsthand. The sheer power and determination exhibited by both combatants sent shivers down your spine, captivating your attention in ways you never thought possible.

Amidst the chaos, Tanjiro and Inosuke arrived at the scene, their intention to aid Rengoku in his struggle. However, their heroic intentions were swiftly thwarted by Rengoku's stern command. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE! TRY TO HELP (L/N) GET OUT OF THERE! IF HER WOUNDS REOPENS, IT'LL BE FATAL! STAND BACK AND HELP HER! THAT'S AN ORDER!" He bellowed, his voice resonating with authority.

"IGNORE THOSE WEAKLING, KYOJURO! COME ON, GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"

With a mixture of gratitude and concern, you acknowledged Rengoku's instructions. You understood the severity of your injuries and the potential danger you faced in the midst of the battle. Determined to survive, you cautiously attempted to distance yourself from the battlefield, seeking safety in the presence of Tanjiro and Inosuke. But just as you began to make your way to the relative safety, Akaza appeared before you, blocking her path. Fear and surprise seized you for a moment, an involuntary gasp escaping your lips. "EKK-" You uttered before he raised his fist, poised to strike.

"I told you that I'll kill you if you moved." However, to Akaza's astonishment, you swiftly evaded his attack, instinctively shifting to the other side. In a sudden display of agility, you raised your knee and delivered a swift blow to his chin. While it didn't cause him significant pain, it did disrupt his balance, making him stumble momentarily. Before he could react and grab your leg, you seized the opportunity to leap, executing a graceful spin in mid-air, your legs slipping out of his reach. With a well-executed backflip, you landed a safe distance away from him.

"SUCK MY DICK, DADD- AKAZA!" You defiantly shouted, thrusting your middle finger in his direction. Determination blazed in your eyes as you made a daring attempt to reach the safety of Tanjiro and Inosuke. The duo swiftly reached you, offering their support as you leaned on them, your weakened state a result of the earlier exertion and your existing wounds.

'Suck... my dick?' Kyojuro thought, with a dumbfounded smile. You were really odd sometimes.

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Akaza stood there, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing his face. 'She practices Martial arts...' The sight of this seemingly ordinary human like you defying him, even momentarily breaking his composure, left him intrigued. Unbeknownst to him, you possessed a background in martial arts, which explained your unexpected agility and resilience. Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, Rengoku once again charged forward, launching a renewed attack against Akaza. The battle raged on, with each passing moment intensifying the clash between the demon and the Flame Hashira. "Hahaha! Wow! I didn't know that a woman like yourself could actually know about such moves! I guess I really did underestimated you, (L/N)!"

"Don't talk to her! Focus on me!"

As they were attacking each other, Inosuke just kept praising you. "MINION! WHAT WAS THAT!? YOU MOVED LIKE WOOSH AND THEN HE MADE A SWING BUT YOU JUST KIUSSSHHH!!"

"Thanks!"

"Let's just try to not get too close so you don't get hurt." Said Tanjiro, holding you closer to protect you from any harm. Since you were so close to him, your nose took a smell of his scent. He smelled like a combination of fresh air of wood but also of clean fresh rain. It was a nice smell. Wait- you can't get distracted. Focus!

'Holy shit! Fighting Akaza was so INTESE! FUCK!' As you arrived at the same location depicted in the anime, your friends helped you find a place to sit, their attention quickly refocusing on the intense battle before them. Uncertain of whether your assistance would be required, you pondered your next course of action, feeling a mix of fear and awe from your brief encounter with Akaza.

As the battle between Akaza and Rengoku raged on, the sheer force of their clash seemed to transcend the realm of ordinary combat. The intensity of their blows reverberated through the air, creating a gusting wind that swept shards of earth in your direction. It was a chaotic maelstrom, a tempest born from the clash of titans. Amidst this chaotic dance of power, a moment unfolded that defied all expectations. Rengoku, with a ferocity that seemed to surge from the depths of his spirit, unleashed an attack unlike any you had seen before.

But as fate would have it, an unforeseen consequence awaited you in the midst of this tumultuous encounter. Something, you couldn't even sense if it was liquid or solid, propelled by the raging winds, collided with your right eye. Pain coursed through your being, causing you to instinctively wince and shield your injured eye with your hand, attempting to alleviate the searing discomfort.

"(L/N)! What's wrong?!" Tanjiro's voice, filled with concern and urgency, reached your ears as he approached you, his touch gentle yet firm.

"I don't know..." You replied, your voice strained. "I think some dirt got into my eye."

"Let me see." Tanjiro demanded, his eyes widening with worry. You hesitated, afraid of what he might find, but trusted him enough to expose your injured eye to his scrutiny. His gasp echoed in the air as he beheld the sight before him-a bloodshot eye, reddened and inflamed, most likely aggravated by your attempts to alleviate the pain. "Yes, it definitely looks irritated. Does it hurt?"

"More or less." You admitted, closing your injured eye in an effort to grant it some respite from the throbbing ache that had taken hold. As you panted, a strange sensation began to wash over you, spreading through your veins like a gentle tremor of uncertainty. Something felt off, as if the very fabric of your being was undergoing a subtle transformation.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar sound in the distance. "Caw! Caw!" It was Dodo, your faithful crow companion. A sense of relief washed over you as the bird landed on your hands, allowing you to give him an affectionate peck on his small head. Before Dodo could communicate anything to you, you leaned closer and whispered a request, your eyes pleading with sincerity. It was a secret that only the two of you shared.

Returning your focus to the battle, you watched in horror as Rengoku endured brutal attacks from Akaza. The demon's words echoed through the air, tempting Rengoku to turn into a demon himself and join him in an eternal struggle, growing stronger together. Rengoku, panting heavily, questioned Akaza about his claim that both of them possessed the potential to become demons.

Akaza's gaze shifted towards you, his eyes scanning your form. With a mixture of interest and provocation, he asked, "Are you not interested, (L/N)? You may not be as strong as Rengoku and me, but you certainly have the potential within you."

Your immediate response, driven by your unwavering determination, blurted out, "YE- NO! I'LL NEVER!" You mentally scolded yourself for almost succumbing to Akaza's manipulative words.

Rengoku, his resolve unyielding, echoed your sentiment. "Exactly. We'll both pass." He declared defiantly. "Let me make it clear once more. I despise you, Akaza. We will never become demons!"

With their declarations set, the battle escalated further. Rengoku unleashed his Flame Breathing technique, utilizing the third form, "Blazing Universe," while Akaza reveled in the destructive power of his own attacks, proclaiming, "Destructive Death, Air Type!" Each clash and strike intensified the confrontation, a testament to their unwavering determination and unyielding spirit.

Even Inosuke, who typically exuded confidence, recognized the overwhelming strength possessed by Akaza. "AW! IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO KILL YOU NOW!" The demon exclaimed, delivering a powerful blow to Rengoku's stomach, causing him to momentarily lose control. However, he refused to relent, retaliating with a relentless barrage of attacks, showcasing the indomitable spirit of a true leader.

The battle raged on, the intensity escalating with each passing moment. It was a testament to the immense strength and unwavering willpower of both combatants. You watched in awe and concern, hoping for Rengoku's victory. Tears welled on your eyes as your nervousness got you.

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"Did he do it?! Did he win?!" Asked Inosuke.

Blood.

There was blood falling on the floor.

"Haa... Haa.. Haa..."

"Don't tell me... no way... Rengoku...!" Muttered Tanjiro.

"..." You just looked at Rengoku, eyes widen in shock

"Come on. Let's fight more, Kyojuro. Don't die on me." Said Akaza. "Even if you fight to the death, you can't win. Those impressive slashes you inflicted on me have already healed completely. But what about you? A smashed left eye, shattered ribs and damaged internal organs... All irreparable. You can struggle all you want but in the end, you are a human who'll die in just than a few minutes. Do you really-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You yelled, demanding him to close his mouth. "SHUT UP ALREADY, WILL YA?! STOP REPEATING THE SAME DAMN THING! JUST SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!" You strained against Tanjiro's grip, yearning to break free and offer your unwavering support to Rengoku. Each futile struggle only intensified your resolve, fueling your determination to uplift him in his darkest hour.

"(L/N), please, wait!" Tanjiro implored, his voice tinged with urgency.

"No, Tanjiro! I have to reach him! Rengoku, don't you dare doubt yourself! You possess unmatched strength and unwavering determination! You are destined for greatness!" Your voice soared with conviction, eager to pierce through the turmoil and reach Rengoku's heart.

Amid the chaos of battle, fragments of his father's cutting remarks resurfaced within Rengoku's mind, their venomous nature threatening to undermine his confidence.

"You're nothing more than a failure. Weak and inadequate. You'll never amount to anything."

But your words were a beacon of light, steadily eroding the foundations of his father's disdain.

"Rengoku, you can't give up! We all have faith on you! We know you can do it! I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT! I TRUST YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!"

As Rengoku clashed with Akaza, his father's hurtful words lingered, threatening to erode his resolve. Yet, with every strike, your unwavering support countered the lingering doubts.

"You're a disappointment, a disgrace to our name."

"Rengoku! You are a testament to the power of perseverance and the strength of the human spirit. You carry honor and valor in your heart. Your actions speak louder than any words of derision."

The battle waged on, each blow carrying the weight of Rengoku's journey, his father's disapproval becoming a mere whisper in the face of your steadfast faith.

"Your dreams are futile. You will never achieve greatness."

"Rengoku, you possess the power to surpass any obstacle. Your dreams are an inspiration, inspiring others to follow their own path. Your greatness lies in your unwavering commitment to protect the innocent."

As Rengoku fought tooth and nail, your words infused him with the strength to confront his inner memories, to rise above the shadows of his father's scorn.

"You're a disappointment to the Flame Hashira legacy."

"You are the embodiment of the Flame Hashira spirit!" You yelled, tears running through your tears, hoping that you somehow had reached him with your words.

With each passing moment, your unwavering support and his recollections of his father's scorn intermingled, forging a new narrative-a narrative of resilience, strength, and the triumph of the human spirit.

As the echoes of his father's disparaging words reverberated through his mind, threatening to dampen his spirit, a sudden shift occurred. Amidst the turmoil, a tender recollection of his mother emerged, like a gentle breeze cutting through the storm. He vividly remembered her warm smile, her gentle touch, and the unwavering love she showered upon him.

And in that pivotal moment, it was your unwavering support, your uplifting words, that triggered the floodgates of memories tied to his mother. As you continued to champion his cause, urging him to embrace his true potential, the image of his mother materialized before his eyes. Her voice, laden with love and unwavering belief, resounded in his ears.

"Kyojuro, my dear son, you possess a flame that burns brightly within you. Never allow anyone to extinguish it. Follow your heart and let your passion guide you."

The strength of her conviction mingled with your encouraging words, igniting a fire within Rengoku's heart. Your unwavering faith mirrored the unwavering love his mother had bestowed upon him, erasing the doubts and insecurities sown by his father's scorn.

"Kyojuro..." Akaza muttered, noticing his silent.

His gaze locked with yours, and within his eyes, you witnessed a profound transformation. Gone was the intensity and determination that had defined his battle against Akaza. Instead, a genuine smile adorned his face, radiating an unexpected warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

It wasn't the usual confident or stoic expression he wore as the Flame Hashira. This smile held something more-a tenderness, a vulnerability that had been hidden beneath his fierce exterior. In that moment, his eyes mirrored a wellspring of emotions, reaching out to touch the depths of your soul. With that one look, he conveyed a profound appreciation for your unwavering support and belief in him. It was a silent acknowledgement, an unspoken understanding that your presence had touched him in a way that went beyond words.

Rengoku them gazed at him, determination plastered on his eyes. "I WILL FULFILL MY DUTY! I'LL NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO DIE HERE!" He returned to the battle. "Flame breathing; esoteric art!"

Akaza felt the tingles on his body. "What a tremendous fighting spirit! Amazing aura despite all those injuries! That mental strength! Hahaha! You have to become a demon, Kyojuro!"

"Set your heart ablaze. Go beyond your limits. I'M THE FLAME HASHIRA, RENGOKU KYOJURO! NINE FORM, RENGOKU!"

"DESTRUCTIVE DEATH; ANNIHILATION TYPE!"

'NO, RENGOKU!' You strained against Tanjiro's grip, your body yearning to break free and join the final surge of the battle. Every fiber of your being screamed for action, but you found yourself restrained, unable to move. With a swift and powerful strike, you delivered an elbow to his chest, causing him to stagger and release his hold momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, you swiftly rose to your feet, leaving Inosuke behind as you sprinted toward the climax of the battle.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" The collective roar echoed through the air, a chorus of determination and fierce resolve.

"TOTAL BREATHING CONCENTRATION!" You began chanting.

Rengoku's sword spun with blinding speed, aimed to pierce through Akaza's body, while you, driven by an unwavering resolve, closed in with your sword tightly gripped in your hand.

"MIRROR BREATHING; THUNDERCLAP AND FLASH, SIXFOLD!" Summoning your inner strength, you unleashed a tempestuous storm of flames and thunder. The sheer force of your attack created a formidable barrier, repelling any who dared to approach.

The collision of their combined efforts reverberated through the battlefield, shaking the very foundation of reality. As the smoke billowed, obscuring your vision, darkness descended, enveloping everything in a shroud of suspense.

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'(L/N)! (L/N)! I can't see her! I can't-"

Time seemed to slow down as the smoke dispersed, revealing the heart-wrenching scene that unfolded before your eyes.

Akaza's arm pierced through your wounded body, causing you to drop your sword with a resounding clatter. The air caught in your throat, stifling any sound you attempted to make.

"Agh- gh-!" Tanjiro's voice choked in his throat, his desperate cry silenced by the overwhelming weight of the moment. The oxygen seemed to vanish, leaving him breathless.

"..." Inosuke stood frozen, his fierce gaze mirroring the shock that held him captive. Even his untamed instincts faltered, unable to comprehend the devastating turn of events.

Rengoku, lying on the ground just a few steps away, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of anguish and unwavering resolve etched on his face.

Your trembling shoulders betrayed your silent suffering, convulsing under the weight of pain and imminent tragedy. Each attempt to speak was met with gurgled coughs, as blood tainted the air, splattering upon Akaza's face.

For the first time after so much years,

He felt scared. Petrified. The promise he made to the girl he lov-

The girl he loved?

What the hell?

He's never loved anyone.

Who's she?

What?

What?

What?

Breathing heavily, his eyes shifted to your face, his gaze fixated on your left eye, as the right one remained closed in response to the presumed injury. His own disbelief mirrored in his expression as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of his recent actions.

Your expression, though undoubtedly shocked, exuded a sense of calmness.. It was the way you looked at him, with eyes filled not with judgment or condemnation, but with an unfathomable depth of understanding and empathy. The intensity of that gaze struck a chord within him, awakening dormant memories of someone who had once regarded him in a similar manner.

W-Who was she!?

Ķ̷̧̡̢̧̧̛̜͎̥̮̬͇̗̣͇̳͍͓̳̜̫̣̫̳͈̗͎̣̮̘̩̮͔̱̺̯̺̺͈̦̠̻̓̿͂̔̅̍́̔̋̈́̓͑͆̌̊͆̇́̅͂̂̆̀̃͛̓̐̈́̑̀̒͊̈́͐̓̒̈̕͝͝͝͠Ŏ̷̱̦̬͘͜Y̸̨̛̗̬̱̣̯̝͂̂̋̐̌͂̍͗̈̇̽̔̅̍͆̓͛̆̈̈́̋̆͗͛̈́͆̎̂̆̒̏̊̋̽̌̆̀̽̓́̚͘̕͘͜͠Ų̴̩͎̫̹̩͇̻̲̰͚̬̤̲̙̦̱̐̈́͋́̽̐K̵̯̣̆͋̔̇I̵̢̡̙͖͈̗̣͓̱̲̤͇͛̈́̾͒̑̇̋͊́͊́̈́̽̿̈́̅̈́͐̅͑͒̿̎͊͂͐́͒́͘̚͘̚͘͘͘͠ ̴̧̨̧̹͔̮̻̥̠̱̰̼̦̮̮̻͙̘̞̥͎̳͚͉͍̗̯̦̺̩̗̲͖͈̻̹͈̟͊̈́͌͋̋̓̓̋͛̓͐͜͜K̷̨̢̢̛̛̫̱̱̻̤̟̤̪̭̲̟̲͙͖͎͓̘̰̤̣̟͇͔̬̥̜̯͓̳̮͍̘̯͓̦̝͎̜̳̠̥̋̎̃̀͐̒̐̾̌̑͗̂̈́̆̐̎̍̂̊̽̎̾́̂̽̏̅̕̚̚͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝Ǫ̷͚̮͚͉̭͓͈̹̩̇̀̈́̒́̌̾͗̈́̈́͒̃̈́͛̊͛̌̈̾͋̋͊͐̈́̄̚̕͝͠͠ͅY̵̧̢̢̧̨̢̡̧̛̗̰̝̹͚̹͉͍̯̞̼̣͚̼̖̥͖̯̭̻̩̥͔͓̥̼̹͇̖̝̹̝͈̮̮̘̦͖̒̊̓͛̃̎̽̉̌̎̒̉͒͂̀̊̑̂̆͋̑̽̏̀͂̏͆͆̚̚͘͘͝͝͝͝Ư̴̡̡̧̛̛̤͇̟̞͓̪͈̬̣͕̖͕̠͇͚̺͎̫̯̯̙̗̫̯͖̬̋̇̒̏̐̔̇̽̒̄̓̾͂̽̎͑͑͂͗͊̏͂́͐̔̾̉̂̇́̏̐͊͂́̏̾̿̆̃́͌̿̕͘K̷̢̢̤̮̯̖̥̳͉̱̝͕̦̬̥̱̜̹̟͙̠̜͓̠̎́̊͛͛́̉̅̈͗͊͒̋̔͑̓̾̓̈́͐͠͝ͅͅI̷̡̢̢̡͔͎̥̝̭̪̺̞̺͚̪̼̱͖̭̗̯͉̰̜̼̠̼̤̪̹͈͓͇̹̭̝̎̋̃̎͊͊͊́̀́̄̊̅̿͂̈́̄̑̾̋̉̅͘͘̚ͅ ̵͖̘̥̯͍̬̤͛́̄̒̓͋͐͊̽̉̄̀̽͗̽̆̆̾̅͗͛̈́͋̄̌̇́̅̌͋̂͋͗̈̎̓̊͑͑́̃̌̀̂̕̕̕͠Ķ̴̡̢̧̡̡̞̜͙̳͙̣͉̻̺̮͎̟̬͇̙̗̣̤̳̮͚̭̞̝̠̩͎̙͕͕̟̥̮͚͕͔̄̐̆̈̓͋͛͘͝Ó̸̡͍͓̩̰̗̱̲͔̫̪̃Ÿ̶̧̨̨̡̙̘͍̳̱͔̼̗̥̻̺̖̖̺͕̯̼̟̹̮̥̠̞̰̦̠̭̜̹̻̼̹͉̩̤̗͈̮̩̦̲͇̟̹̤̚ͅỬ̵͇̻̬̥͍̞̯̃̍̅̈́͂̅̅̌̀̃̎͊͛̓̈́̀̓̾͆̇̿̒͘̚K̶̨̧̡̡̢̛̞͎̖͉̲͎͔̰̥͔͉̪̤̪͔̻̲̟̠̰̦̼͔͖̱̯̫͇̞͈͇̤̝̫̱͇̠̥̮̭͐̅͐̈́̋́́̊̆͛̋̅͆̆̿͛̌̋̅̉̊̀́̽̀̂͑͌̽̿͆̈͗̚̕̕͠ͅĬ̸̢̛̛̛̜̳͕̜̺̺̼̪̹͕͔͚̟̞͚̺̥͖͉͓̱̋̄̒̽͊͌̉̿̀̽̔̈͆̆̊̀̐̕̚͝͝ͅ

Ķ̷̧̡̢̧̧̛̜͎̥̮̬͇̗̣͇̳͍͓̳̜̫̣̫̳͈̗͎̣̮̘̩̮͔̱̺̯̺̺͈̦̠̻̓̿͂̔̅̍́̔̋̈́̓͑͆̌̊͆̇́̅͂̂̆̀̃͛̓̐̈́̑̀̒͊̈́͐̓̒̈̕͝͝͝͠Ŏ̷̱̦̬͘͜Y̸̨̛̗̬̱̣̯̝͂̂̋̐̌͂̍͗̈̇̽̔̅̍͆̓͛̆̈̈́̋̆͗͛̈́͆̎̂̆̒̏̊̋̽̌̆̀̽̓́̚͘̕͘͜͠Ų̴̩͎̫̹̩͇̻̲̰͚̬̤̲̙̦̱̐̈́͋́̽̐K̵̯̣̆͋̔̇I̵̢̡̙͖͈̗̣͓̱̲̤͇͛̈́̾͒̑̇̋͊́͊́̈́̽̿̈́̅̈́͐̅͑͒̿̎͊͂͐́͒́͘̚͘̚͘͘͘͠ ̴̧̨̧̹͔̮̻̥̠̱̰̼̦̮̮̻͙̘̞̥͎̳͚͉͍̗̯̦̺̩̗̲͖͈̻̹͈̟͊̈́͌͋̋̓̓̋͛̓͐͜͜K̷̨̢̢̛̛̫̱̱̻̤̟̤̪̭̲̟̲͙͖͎͓̘̰̤̣̟͇͔̬̥̜̯͓̳̮͍̘̯͓̦̝͎̜̳̠̥̋̎̃̀͐̒̐̾̌̑͗̂̈́̆̐̎̍̂̊̽̎̾́̂̽̏̅̕̚̚͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝Ǫ̷͚̮͚͉̭͓͈̹̩̇̀̈́̒́̌̾͗̈́̈́͒̃̈́͛̊͛̌̈̾͋̋͊͐̈́̄̚̕͝͠͠ͅY̵̧̢̢̧̨̢̡̧̛̗̰̝̹͚̹͉͍̯̞̼̣͚̼̖̥͖̯̭̻̩̥͔͓̥̼̹͇̖̝̹̝͈̮̮̘̦͖̒̊̓͛̃̎̽̉̌̎̒̉͒͂̀̊̑̂̆͋̑̽̏̀͂̏͆͆̚̚͘͘͝͝͝͝Ư̴̡̡̧̛̛̤͇̟̞͓̪͈̬̣͕̖͕̠͇͚̺͎̫̯̯̙̗̫̯͖̬̋̇̒̏̐̔̇̽̒̄̓̾͂̽̎͑͑͂͗͊̏͂́͐̔̾̉̂̇́̏̐͊͂́̏̾̿̆̃́͌̿̕͘K̷̢̢̤̮̯̖̥̳͉̱̝͕̦̬̥̱̜̹̟͙̠̜͓̠̎́̊͛͛́̉̅̈͗͊͒̋̔͑̓̾̓̈́͐͠͝ͅͅI̷̡̢̢̡͔͎̥̝̭̪̺̞̺͚̪̼̱͖̭̗̯͉̰̜̼̠̼̤̪̹͈͓͇̹̭̝̎̋̃̎͊͊͊́̀́̄̊̅̿͂̈́̄̑̾̋̉̅͘͘̚ͅ ̵͖̘̥̯͍̬̤͛́̄̒̓͋͐͊̽̉̄̀̽͗̽̆̆̾̅͗͛̈́͋̄̌̇́̅̌͋̂͋͗̈̎̓̊͑͑́̃̌̀̂̕̕̕͠Ķ̴̡̢̧̡̡̞̜͙̳͙̣͉̻̺̮͎̟̬͇̙̗̣̤̳̮͚̭̞̝̠̩͎̙͕͕̟̥̮͚͕͔̄̐̆̈̓͋͛͘͝Ó̸̡͍͓̩̰̗̱̲͔̫̪̃Ÿ̶̧̨̨̡̙̘͍̳̱͔̼̗̥̻̺̖̖̺͕̯̼̟̹̮̥̠̞̰̦̠̭̜̹̻̼̹͉̩̤̗͈̮̩̦̲͇̟̹̤̚ͅỬ̵͇̻̬̥͍̞̯̃̍̅̈́͂̅̅̌̀̃̎͊͛̓̈́̀̓̾͆̇̿̒͘̚K̶̨̧̡̡̢̛̞͎̖͉̲͎͔̰̥͔͉̪̤̪͔̻̲̟̠̰̦̼͔͖̱̯̫͇̞͈͇̤̝̫̱͇̠̥̮̭͐̅͐̈́̋́́̊̆͛̋̅͆̆̿͛̌̋̅̉̊̀́̽̀̂͑͌̽̿͆̈͗̚̕̕͠ͅĬ̸̢̛̛̛̜̳͕̜̺̺̼̪̹͕͔͚̟̞͚̺̥͖͉͓̱̋̄̒̽͊͌̉̿̀̽̔̈͆̆̊̀̐̕̚͝͝ͅ

Ķ̷̧̡̢̧̧̛̜͎̥̮̬͇̗̣͇̳͍͓̳̜̫̣̫̳͈̗͎̣̮̘̩̮͔̱̺̯̺̺͈̦̠̻̓̿͂̔̅̍́̔̋̈́̓͑͆̌̊͆̇́̅͂̂̆̀̃͛̓̐̈́̑̀̒͊̈́͐̓̒̈̕͝͝͝͠Ŏ̷̱̦̬͘͜Y̸̨̛̗̬̱̣̯̝͂̂̋̐̌͂̍͗̈̇̽̔̅̍͆̓͛̆̈̈́̋̆͗͛̈́͆̎̂̆̒̏̊̋̽̌̆̀̽̓́̚͘̕͘͜͠Ų̴̩͎̫̹̩͇̻̲̰͚̬̤̲̙̦̱̐̈́͋́̽̐K̵̯̣̆͋̔̇I̵̢̡̙͖͈̗̣͓̱̲̤͇͛̈́̾͒̑̇̋͊́͊́̈́̽̿̈́̅̈́͐̅͑͒̿̎͊͂͐́͒́͘̚͘̚͘͘͘͠ ̴̧̨̧̹͔̮̻̥̠̱̰̼̦̮̮̻͙̘̞̥͎̳͚͉͍̗̯̦̺̩̗̲͖͈̻̹͈̟͊̈́͌͋̋̓̓̋͛̓͐͜͜K̷̨̢̢̛̛̫̱̱̻̤̟̤̪̭̲̟̲͙͖͎͓̘̰̤̣̟͇͔̬̥̜̯͓̳̮͍̘̯͓̦̝͎̜̳̠̥̋̎̃̀͐̒̐̾̌̑͗̂̈́̆̐̎̍̂̊̽̎̾́̂̽̏̅̕̚̚͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝Ǫ̷͚̮͚͉̭͓͈̹̩̇̀̈́̒́̌̾͗̈́̈́͒̃̈́͛̊͛̌̈̾͋̋͊͐̈́̄̚̕͝͠͠ͅY̵̧̢̢̧̨̢̡̧̛̗̰̝̹͚̹͉͍̯̞̼̣͚̼̖̥͖̯̭̻̩̥͔͓̥̼̹͇̖̝̹̝͈̮̮̘̦͖̒̊̓͛̃̎̽̉̌̎̒̉͒͂̀̊̑̂̆͋̑̽̏̀͂̏͆͆̚̚͘͘͝͝͝͝Ư̴̡̡̧̛̛̤͇̟̞͓̪͈̬̣͕̖͕̠͇͚̺͎̫̯̯̙̗̫̯͖̬̋̇̒̏̐̔̇̽̒̄̓̾͂̽̎͑͑͂͗͊̏͂́͐̔̾̉̂̇́̏̐͊͂́̏̾̿̆̃́͌̿̕͘K̷̢̢̤̮̯̖̥̳͉̱̝͕̦̬̥̱̜̹̟͙̠̜͓̠̎́̊͛͛́̉̅̈͗͊͒̋̔͑̓̾̓̈́͐͠͝ͅͅI̷̡̢̢̡͔͎̥̝̭̪̺̞̺͚̪̼̱͖̭̗̯͉̰̜̼̠̼̤̪̹͈͓͇̹̭̝̎̋̃̎͊͊͊́̀́̄̊̅̿͂̈́̄̑̾̋̉̅͘͘̚ͅ ̵͖̘̥̯͍̬̤͛́̄̒̓͋͐͊̽̉̄̀̽͗̽̆̆̾̅͗͛̈́͋̄̌̇́̅̌͋̂͋͗̈̎̓̊͑͑́̃̌̀̂̕̕̕͠Ķ̴̡̢̧̡̡̞̜͙̳͙̣͉̻̺̮͎̟̬͇̙̗̣̤̳̮͚̭̞̝̠̩͎̙͕͕̟̥̮͚͕͔̄̐̆̈̓͋͛͘͝Ó̸̡͍͓̩̰̗̱̲͔̫̪̃Ÿ̶̧̨̨̡̙̘͍̳̱͔̼̗̥̻̺̖̖̺͕̯̼̟̹̮̥̠̞̰̦̠̭̜̹̻̼̹͉̩̤̗͈̮̩̦̲͇̟̹̤̚ͅỬ̵͇̻̬̥͍̞̯̃̍̅̈́͂̅̅̌̀̃̎͊͛̓̈́̀̓̾͆̇̿̒͘̚K̶̨̧̡̡̢̛̞͎̖͉̲͎͔̰̥͔͉̪̤̪͔̻̲̟̠̰̦̼͔͖̱̯̫͇̞͈͇̤̝̫̱͇̠̥̮̭͐̅͐̈́̋́́̊̆͛̋̅͆̆̿͛̌̋̅̉̊̀́̽̀̂͑͌̽̿͆̈͗̚̕̕͠ͅĬ̸̢̛̛̛̜̳͕̜̺̺̼̪̹͕͔͚̟̞͚̺̥͖͉͓̱̋̄̒̽͊͌̉̿̀̽̔̈͆̆̊̀̐̕̚͝͝ͅ

With a swift and daring move, you shifted away from Akaza, freeing yourself from his grasp and exposing the wound inflicted upon you. The demon, caught off guard by your sudden maneuver, was further taken aback when Rengoku charged towards him in the same moment. As Rengoku swung his sword at Akaza's neck, the demon found himself trapped in a tense stare-down with the Flame Hashira.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" But the unexpected was not over yet. Just as Akaza anticipated a single attack, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Before he could react, Tanjiro emerged from behind, his sword also aimed at Akaza's neck. Two blades, one in front and one behind, poised to strike simultaneously.

In a cacophony of screams, they unleashed their attacks upon the upper-rank demon. The sheer force of their strikes reverberated through the battlefield, shaking the very air around them. Akaza, intending to retaliate, tried to land a punch on Rengoku, only to find his arm seized in the Hashira's iron grip.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Inosuke swiftly scooped up your unconscious body in a bridal-style hold, ensuring your safety as he carried you away from the escalating battle. He navigated through the tumultuous scene, determined to remove you from harm's way.

Akaza's thoughts raced as he struggled to comprehend the situation. His strength had been pushed to its limits, yet here stood Rengoku, defying his expectations and displaying an incredible surge of power. Alongside him, Tanjiro and Inosuke proved to be formidable allies, intensifying the pressure upon the upper-rank demon.

'FUCK! WHAT'S HAPPENING!? WHAT AN INCREDIBLE STRENGTH! I THOUGH HE WAS AT HIS LIMIT! DOES HE STILL HAS MORE?! AND THIS FUCKING BRAT!' As if fate itself had intervened, the sun began to rise, casting its radiant light upon the battlefield. Akaza, desperate to escape the impending danger, plotted his retreat. Yet, just as he attempted to strike down Rengoku with his bare arm, Inosuke intercepted him, tackling him with unwavering resolve and immobilizing his limb. 'DAYBREAK IS COMING! I HAVE TO KILL HIM AND GET OUT OF HERE!'

The confrontation intensified, three determined demon slayers against an upper-rank demon. "WE'RE NEVER LETTING YOU GO! NOT UNTIL WE CHOP YOUR HEAD!" Rengoku's resolve grew stronger as he shouted with determination, his sword pressing against Akaza's neck. The demon realized that his life hung in the balance, threatened by the relentless onslaught of his adversaries.

But Akaza, refusing to accept defeat, made a desperate decision. He severed his own arms to break free from Inosuke's hold, sacrificing his limbs to create an opportunity for escape. Rengoku's sword remained poised at his neck, a constant reminder of the imminent danger he faced. Tanjiro managed to retrieve his own sword before the demon leaped away, narrowly evading the final blow.

With his arms maimed and the taste of blood on his lips, Akaza pondered his fate. Would he meet his demise at the hands of a mere Hashira and three determined youths? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air as he contemplated the paths that lay before him. 'I HAVE TO FIND REFUGE FROM THE SUNLIGHT!'

Tanjiro pushed his body to the limits, racing with all his might, determined to catch up to Akaza. Using his Hinokami Kagura, he unleashed the sword towards the fleeing demon, aiming straight for his chest. The determination in his voice echoed through the battlefield, his words filled with anger and frustration. "Don't run away! Don't run away, you fucking coward!"

Akaza's expression contorted with a mixture of rage and disgust as he looked back at Tanjiro. The veins on his face pulsed with intensity, his fury burning within him. 'What is this idiotic brat blabbering about? Doesn't he understand? I'm not running away from him! I'm running away from the sun!' But as he glanced back once more, his eyes were drawn to you lying on the ground, your gaze locked onto his own. The sadness and pity in your eyes pierced through his defenses, melting away his anger and leaving him conflicted.

In that moment, he realized...

He had broken his own promise of never harming a woman.

Regret washed over him, overshadowing his previous fury. And just when Akaza thought things couldn't become more complicated, he caught sight of your lips moving, whispering something inaudible. He strained to read your lips, desperate to understand your words.

...

"It's not... your fault, Akaza." Those were the words you spoke, your voice filled with compassion and understanding. Despite the pain you endured and the dire situation at hand, you found it in your heart to absolve him of blame. With that, he finally disappeared on the darks of the forest.

"THE DEMON SLAYERS CORPS, IS ALWAYS FIGHTING YOU DEMONS IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT WHERE YOU HAVE THE ADVANTAGE! THAT'S RIGHT, US FLESH AND BLOOD HUMANS! OUR WOUNDS DON'T CLOSE UP THAT EASILY! AND WE CANNOT REGENERATE A LIMB ONCE LOST! DON'T RUN AWAY, YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! DAMN MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD! YOU COWARD! (L/N) AND RENGOKU ARE WAY MORE AMAZING THAN YOU, FUCKFACE! THEY'RE STRONGER! THEY DIDN'T LOSE! NOBODY DIED! THEY FOUGHT TO THE END! EVERYONE'S ALIVE! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT LOST!" Tanjiro's emotions overwhelmed him, his anguish pouring out in a torrent of tears and a heart-wrenching scream that reverberated through the air, startling the birds from their perches. "(L/N)!!!"

The piercing cry tore through the silence, capturing the attention of everyone on the battlefield. Their gazes immediately shifted towards you, lying motionless on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"Eh? Is that... (Y-Y/N)?" Zenitsu's voice quivered with disbelief as he arrived at the scene, carrying Nezuko in a box. Carefully placing the box aside, he sprinted towards the gathering crowd. Panic and fear gripped the hearts of those present. Their voices trembled with desperation, calling out your name in hopes of eliciting a response. But you remained still, your eyes closed, unresponsive to their pleas. It couldn't be true... you couldn't possibly...

Rengoku's sorrow consumed him, his tear-streaked face contorted with guilt and self-blame. "If (L/N) dies... it'll be my fault! I promised that nobody would die by my hands, and now... (L/N), please, answer... I-I can't bear this..."

"(Y/N)! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T DIE! DON'T LEAVE US! DON'T LEAVE ME! NO! I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS! (Y/N)!! PLEASE, DON'T GO! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH! IF YOU LEAVE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO WITHOUT YOU!!" Zenitsu's voice cracked with heartbreak as he clutched your hand, desperately pleading for your life. You couldn't die... not like this.

"STUPID MINION!" Inosuke's voice wavered with a mixture of frustration and sorrow as he shook your shoulders, his tears flowing freely. "Wake up already. You promised me we'd hang out and do a lot of stuff together, you dumb idiot... so wake up... wake up already! This isn't funny..." His mask was discarded, as it felt suffocating in the face of such devastation. He wept silently, his gaze fixed upon you, as if begging for your return.

"(L/N)! No, please! I know you can do it! You're gonna survive! We'll have so many fun times together, right?! There has to be a tomorrow... You can't die! Don't do this, please! I swear I'll be better, I'll train harder, I'll do anything if it means... i-if it means you can live for many more days!" Tanjiro's anguish was palpable as he blamed himself for your demise. It was his fault, his burden to bear. If only he had left you behind from the start, you could be alive, helping the kind grandma from the wisteria house or perhaps supporting the three siblings from the tsuzumi mansion...

But now, who knew... Perhaps they, too, were grieving over a lifeless body.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes, catching everyone by surprise. Gasps escaped their lips, as they were on the verge of succumbing to heartache. It seemed as though you had been resting, gathering your strength in a state of deep slumber.

"(Y/N)! HOLY SHIT! YOU OPENED YOUR EYES! CAN YOU SPEAK?!" Asked Zenitsu mortified.

"..." You looked at him and tried. "I think- blewwwwwwwwwww-" a bunch of blood just came out as soon as you opened your mouth.

"GYAAAAAA! CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!"

As the conflicting emotions surged within you, a mixture of happiness and confusion engulfed your being. On one hand, the joy of saving Rengoku, altering his fate, and making a meaningful impact on the story filled your heart with a genuine sense of satisfaction. You couldn't help but feel a glimmer of happiness in the midst of it all.

But as the reality of your impending death sank in, a wave of confusion and sadness washed over you. The fear of dying gnawed at your thoughts, creating a sense of unease and uncertainty. It was a stark reminder of your own mortality, a reminder that the end was drawing near.

In an attempt to cope with this unsettling truth, you tried to convince yourself that you were happy. You tried to manipulate your emotions, grasping onto the joy you felt from saving Rengoku as a shield against the fear of your own demise. You wanted to believe that this happiness could overpower the creeping fear, providing solace in the face of mortality.

But deep down, beneath the façade you presented, the fear began to consume you. Tears streamed down your cheeks, reflecting the turbulence of your emotions. The thought of dying now, after enduring so much in your life, sent shivers down your spine. There were still countless things you wanted to do, experiences you yearned to have, and dreams you wished to chase.

As you prepared to close your eyes, a gentle sensation on your forehead jolted you back to the present. It was a genlte kiss, a sweet nostalgic peck. With curiosity and surprise, you fluttered your eyelids open, scanning the surroundings in search of the source of the unexpected touch.

To your bewilderment, it was not one of the boys who had bestowed the tender kiss upon you. They were consumed by their own emotions, their tears flowing freely as they mourned your impending fate. The kiss came from someone else, someone mysterious yet strangely familiar.

Confusion swirled within you as you tried to make sense of the situation. Who could have possibly given you that kiss? And why? The air crackled with unanswered questions, leaving you in a state of intrigue and wonder.

But as the sensation lingered on your forehead, a peculiar tranquility washed over you. A comforting warmth enveloped your being, soothing the nerves that had been frayed by fear and uncertainty. In that moment, a sense of calm settled upon your heart, as if the mysterious kiss held the power to pacify your restless being.

Then, salvation arrived.

"CAW! CAW! HERE! HERE! HERE SHE IS!" Screamed Dodo, flying in the air. The kakushi arrived and didn't waste time to attend you. What they were doing there so early? Well... just in the middle of Rengoku's and Akaza's fight,

Suddenly, you heard a familiar sound in the distance. "Caw! Caw!" It was Dodo, your faithful crow companion. A sense of relief washed over you as the bird landed on your hands, allowing you to give him an affectionate peck on his small head. Before Dodo could communicate anything to you, you leaned closer and whispered a request, your eyes pleading with sincerity. "Dodo... Go to the demon slayer corps! Go to Ubuyashiki or to one of the butterfly girls. Tell them to send the most amount of kakushi they can... and at last, I'll probably be on the verge of death with a hole on my stomach so, tell them that and they'll know what to do. That's all... please, do that for me Dodo..." It was a secret that only the two of you shared. He didn't want to leave you alone, but still, you were his master and he will follow you until the end of the world.

You looked as they were treating everyone including yourself. Your tears were still going down but you had a visible smile.

The battle has ended.

And the bests news,

Nobody died, unlike the original story.

You know, maybe miracles do exist after all.

End of the mugen train arc.

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Taisho Secrets ~

- Rengoku, in contrast of the original plot, was ready to sacrifice himself. He found no value on his life. If the price of saving everyone, was to die, then he would gladly accept it. But just as he was about to give up on his own life, he remembered your face. Your sad expression, telling him to not die. He became sad and hesitated, not wanting to ever see that depressed look on your face again.

- I think it's quite obvious who gave you that mysterious kiss 😊

- Dodo was on the verge of crying when he saw you.

- Nezuko knew what was happening on the aftermath and wanted to get out of her box to hold you deeply. She was frustrated with herself for not being capable of doing so.