BENEATH THE SURFACE, A GLIMMERING DEFENSE — CHAPTER #48 — THE REDEMPTION OF A DEMON IS NEW CHANGE

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Little note:
God have mercy. Hardest chapter to write along with #24 and #34.
I just had the biggest shit of my life. Felt good. I feel like I lost 20 pounds. Dunno why I needed to share that, sorry.
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"WAHHHHHHHHHH! (Y/N), THIS IS THE WORST!!" You were met with an ear-piercing wail, the distressed cry of Ozaki echoing through the room. Her tearful lament was directed at you, and it was clear that she was overcome with emotion.

"I mean—I could totally expect this from you but... this is batshit insane..." Goto remarked, offering some comfort by gently rubbing Ozaki's back as she continued to cry in your presence.

"Ozaki, I understand that this is surprising, but please try to stop crying!" You implored, genuinely feeling bad for the woman's intense display of distress. Tears streamed down her face in copious amounts, her eyes red and swollen from her emotional outburst.

"How can I n-not be crying?! This is your end! You'll die today!" Ozaki exclaimed, her hands gripping your shoulders as she shook them with a mixture of worry and fear.

"Alright, Ozaki, I think you're exaggerating a bit." Goto interjected with a deadpan expression, attempting to inject some rationality into the situation.

"Nah, she's got a point. I'm totally dying today, hahaha!" You chimed in, placing your hands on your hips and sporting a playful smile, which only seemed to further distress Ozaki.

"WHAT?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID WE SHOULD STAY POSITIVE! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NEGATIVE!?" Goto's voice escalated as he pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, clearly frustrated by your seemingly lighthearted attitude.

"I'm not being negative!" You retorted, your agreement laden with a hint of amusement. "I'm just positively stating that I'm about to die!"

"OH, STOP! STOP UTTERING SUCH NONSENSE! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN MET MY FAMILY YET!" Ozaki's emotional turmoil led her to cling to your waist, her despair evident as she sunk to her knees. Goto looked on with deep concern for her well-being.

"Ozaki, please calm down. I believe that things will turn out fine!" Goto offered, crossing his arms as a sign of confidence.

"H-How can you be so sure...?" Ozaki's eyes remained tearful, yet a glimmer of hope started to flicker within them after hearing Goto's reassurance.

"Well," He cleared his throat, preparing his words carefully. "In most circumstances, (Y/N) should have already met her end, along with those demons. The fact that the Head Master and the Hashira are even considering a trial is quite surprising. So, there's a chance that things might just turn out okay."

Ozaki slowly released her grip on you and stood up, wiping away her tears and mucus. She approached Goto, almost leaning against him for support. Her eyes were now tinged with hope, and she clasped her hands near her chest with a renewed sense of optimism. "...You think so?"

Goto involuntarily took a few steps back, his eyes narrowing in surprise at Ozaki's unexpected closeness. A faint blush dusted his cheeks beneath his mask, which thankfully hid his embarrassment. After quickly regaining his composure, he responded to her, a touch of awkwardness in his voice. "Y-Yeah, so please, stop crying already, for goodness' sake..."

"I apologize for my reaction... I'm just genuinely worried..." Ozaki expressed, taking a step back to give Goto some space.

"Tsk!" Goto clicked his tongue in mild exasperation, extending his hand towards Ozaki. Her surprise was palpable as she felt his hand gently pat her head. She blinked slowly, taken aback by the unexpected gesture. Goto noticed her reaction and felt a wave of embarrassment, though he managed to conceal it. "It's alright. No need to apologize. It's understandable that you're feeling this way. So, don't blame yourself."

Ozaki regarded him for a moment, her initial surprise melting into a warm smile that tinged her cheeks pink. "Oh, thank you! You're really kind, hahaha!"

"..." Goto's face turned as red as a tomato, and he quickly withdrew his hand, the embarrassment now more evident on his hidden face.

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'Am I... Am I FUCKING third wheeling...?' You pondered inwardly, observing their sweet exchange while feeling like an unintentional bystander. Since when they had grown so close to each other...?

Now, dear reader, you might be wondering what the hell is going on. Well, after introducing Daki and Gyutaro to the others, let's just say... things got a little tiny bit intense.

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Excitement bubbled within you as you addressed the group, your hands clasped together and a playful smile on your face. "So!" You began, letting your words hang for a moment to capture everyone's attention. "Are you guys excited with this tiny surprise?"

"..." Everyone fell into a collective silence, each member of the assembly fixating their gaze upon you. The gamut of emotions that played across their faces was quite the spectacle—bewilderment, confusion, shock, and flabbergastment were all evident. This unusual pause persisted until a voice finally broke the stillness.

"Serpent breathing." Swift and decisive, Obanai grasped his sword and took on a combat stance. "Fourth form, Twin-Headed rept—"

"NOOOOOOOO!!" A surge of panic propelled you into action, and you leaped in front of Obanai, your body interposing itself between him and the prospective threat. The realization that your had indeed try to bring demons—Upper Moon 6 demons, no less—into the Demon Slayer Corps seemed to dawn on the others, breaking the spell of disbelief that had held them captive just moments before. "S-Stop it! Don't try to kill them!" You cried out desperately, your hands outstretched as if to physically halt Obanai's intent.

The gravity of the situation fully registered with everyone. Obanai's reaction had underscored that you were indeed attempting to integrate formidable demons into the ranks of demon slayers. His incredulous outburst was met with a mixture of emotions—disbelief, fear, and a tinge of anger. "Are you out of your mind?! Aligning with Upper Moon Six on our side?!" Obanai's voice rang out, laced with an incredulity that bordered on incredulity. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his widened eyes portrayed his shock. Even Karabumaru seemed taken aback, his expression a testament to his astonishment.

"KYAAAAAAA!! THEY'RE ALIVEEEEE!!" Suma's fear-stricken scream pierced the air, her grip vice-like on the arm of the nearest person—Hinatsuru.

Hinatsuru, who recognized you as the girl who saved her in the critical battle (also for the fact that you were incredibly beautiful and strong and cool), was now thrust into the chaos. She struggled to make sense of the surreal scenario that had unfolded before her eyes. "Suma, dear! Please, try to calm down!" She implored gently, her touch seeking to alleviate the distressed woman's anxiety. Turning her gaze toward you, she inquired, her face a mask of bewildered curiosity. In her eyes, you were a combination of the girl who had saved her and an enigmatic force that defied understanding.

"AGH! VILE DEMONS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO (Y/N)?!" Makio erupted in a furious tirade, her frustration evident in the veins that throbbed on her forehead. Her anger was not directed at you—rather at Gyutaro and Daki. Her assumption was that they had manipulated you, exploiting your connection for their advantage.

Your laughter, though tinged with nervousness, attempted to ease the mounting tension. The weight of the situation settled in as you recognized the need to diffuse the turmoil. "Makio, they haven't influenced me in any way—"

"Y-YOU DEMONS!" Zenitsu's voice shook anger and fear as he rose from the ground, an accusing finger pointing squarely at Gyutaro and Daki. His expression revealed an ambivalence, a blend of aggression and apprehension. "L-Leave her alone, you creeps!"

"DON'T WORRY, MINION!" Inosuke declared as he stood, striking a protective pose. "We'll protect you! It's my responsibility as your boss!"

Your annoyance caused your eye to twitch, but you retained your outward smile. "And I assure you that's not necessa—"

"Damn, you two are still breathing? After all the chaos you've wrought? Just freaking die already, in a flashy way or not, I couldn't care less." Uzui deadpanned with an air of resignation. The exhaustion in his tone was palpable; his desire to return to his wives and a good night's sleep was unmistakable, but fate seemed determined to thwart his contentment.

"...That's it." Gyutaro's simmering anger broke the impasse. His eyes twitched with resentment as he muttered his intention to Daki. "Enough of this. Let's kill them while they're distracted."

Daki's response was swift and adamant. "No! I've told you, no more killing humans!"

"Absolutely not!" Gyutaro's voice grew more urgent, carrying a touch of desperation. "Our current approach isn't working. If we don't act now, they'll eliminate us first. Let's seize the upper hand and take them down! You handle the Snake Hashira, and I'll deal with the others—"

"Big No-No!" Daki's arms were crossed in defiance, a pout accentuating her displeasure as she closed her eyes. Gyutaro's whine of frustration mirrored that of a petulant child, caught between his resolve and her determination.

'She doesn't want to kill any humans...' Unbeknownst to the others, a certain red-haired boy named Tanjiro observed their interactions with a mix of curiosity and contemplation. His head tilted slightly as he mulled over the possibilities, wondering if it was conceivable that these demons, like his sister Nezuko, Yushiro, or Tamayo, could potentially possess goodness within them.

"Hmh, mhm!" Nezuko's perceptive nature allowed her to sense Tanjiro's thoughts, prompting her to grasp his haori and give it a gentle tug. He met her gaze, finding a silent agreement between them. The nod she offered seemed to confirm that she, too, harbored the belief that they were not inherently evil. A tender smile graced Tanjiro's lips, and he affectionately patted Nezuko's head before redirecting his attention back to the ongoing exchange between Gyutaro and Daki.

Amidst this contemplation, Obanai's frustration boiled over, and a palpable darkness seemed to emanate from him. His aura took on an ominous, black hue, a manifestation of his growing agitation. "Ugh, this is utterly absurd." He cursed under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation. A resolve formed within him, one that dismissed any notion of negotiation. "I have no interest in listening to your words. My intention is to end your existence right now."

"Heh, I'd like to witness you attempting that, shortie." Gyutaro, unimpressed and perhaps a touch audacious, retorted with a smug smirk, igniting a spark of annoyance in Obanai.

"You've just made a grievous mistake." Obanai's eye twitched in irritation, his patience wearing thin. With a swift and fluid motion, Obanai drew his sword once more, the blade gleaming in the light as he poised himself for combat.

"Just like your parents?"

"Im going to shove this damn sword right up into your ass—"

"BROTHER!" Daki's desperate call echoed through the tense atmosphere.

"OBANAI!" You echoed with equal urgency. "Everyone, please, let's all take a moment to calm down! Allow me to explain." Your words had a pacifying effect as everybody's tension eased slightly. All eyes were on you, awaiting your explanation. A sigh of relief escaped your lips—finally, you had the chance to address this situation properly. "So, in the midst of the battle, I had a conversation with Daki."

"Yeah, we totally had a chat in the middle of all that chaos!" Daki chimed in, her voice brimming with support for your cause. Her expression was surprisingly endearing, displaying a cute smile that contrasted with the gravity of the situation.

"That's right," You continued, your lips curling into an involuntary chuckle at Daki's enthusiastic input. Shaking off the momentary lightness, you shifted back to a serious demeanor. "Over the past week, I've been interacting with her as part of our mission. Strangely enough, during our interactions, a sort of connection developed. A budding... friendship, you could say. Back in topic, during our conversation, I tried to reach her on a deeper level, sensing the potential for change within her. And it turns out, my instincts were accurate. She's expressed a genuine desire to change, to break free from Muzan's grasp! Yayy!" A cheerful cheer escaped your lips as you enthusiastically shared the turning point. Daki's expression mirrored your enthusiasm, albeit with a twist of her unique charm. Beside her, Gyutaro's countenance remained eerily impassive, as if the complexities of the situation were almost too much for him to process.

"Yes, that's absolutely right!" Daki interjected with newfound sincerity, her tone hinting at a depth of emotions beyond her demonic nature. "I've grown tired of the darkness, the consuming hunger for humans, and the bondage of Muzan's control. It's time for a change, for a new path!!" Her laughter rang out, an oddly contrasting sound to her previous sinister intentions.

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"Serpent breathing; fifth form, slithering ser—" Obanai's incantation was swift, his attack poised to strike, but you managed to interject just in time.

"Hold on a second! They truly mean no harm!" Your voice carried a pleading tone, attempting to bridge the gap between the two worlds that had violently clashed. "How can I make you all believe in this, even if just temporarily?" Your eyes implored those around you, conveying the genuine hope that you were extending. In a surprising show of solidarity, Daki mimicked your expression, her attempt at puppy eyes an unexpected yet strangely endearing gesture.

"Uhhh—Well..." Uzui's uncertainty reverberated through his words, the weight of the demons' past actions pressing heavily on his mind. It was no small thing they had done—nearly killing him, endangering his beloved wives and Tsugukos, causing devastation on the entertainment distric. The scenes of destruction were still fresh, the toll on human lives immeasurable. To accept that demons could alter their allegiance was nothing short of perplexing, even disconcerting.

"Got any ideas, brother?" Daki whispered to Gyutaro, her voice tinged with desperation. "Things are not going well!"

"Kill th—"

"Nu-uh." Daki quickly cut him off, shaking her head determinedly. "We can't resort to violence. There has to be another way."

"Then what do you think we should so, smartass?"

"...Do you think maybe we should apologize? I mean, apologies can actually be a good thing!" Daki's suggestion, upon further consideration, didn't seem as terrible.

"...ughhh, don't wanna..." Gyutaro retorted dismissively.

"Come on, give it a shot! I'll go first!" Daki declared with an air of determination, moving closer to the group. The others instinctively tensed up, their defenses bracing for any potential attack. As Daki drew near, a sense of unease rippled through everyone. Then, in a bold move, she placed her hands on her hips, exuding an odd mixture of confidence and humility. "Hey, you humans!" She exclaimed, wearing a smug grin.

"W-What on earth do you want!?" Suma and Zenitsu barked simultaneously, their skepticism evident.

"Hah! I want to offer up an apology for all the chaos I've caused!" With surprising sincerity, Daki executed a deep 180-degree bow before straightening herself once more. "To all of you, the grandpa Hashira—my heartfelt apologies for attacking you, for causing harm to your wives, and even for the suffering I inflicted upon Makio! I genuinely regret my actions! And I must admit, you three are very beautiful too!" She yelled, referring to Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru.

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Pardon me, come again?

"Um, well... thank you for the, um, compliment." Hinatsuru responded, her uncertainty evident. Makio and Suma slowly and cautiously nodded in agreement.

"You!" Daki's finger singled out the Kamaboko squad. "You with the red hair! I deeply regret attacking you and your sister. My actions were inexcusable, and I offer a heartfelt apology. And you," She continued, turning her attention to Inosuke. "I'm sorry for my assault on you as well. And, well..." Her expression twisted into one of mild disgust as her eyes settled on Zenitsu. "As for you, I suppose... I apologize, although I must admit, I still hate your bitchass attitude... But etiquette dictates that I apologize, so there you have it." Her face contorted as though she was about to retch at the thought.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?!" Zenitsu retorted, his offense evident as he gasped, clutching at his chest. Nezuko couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, relishing the presence of a fellow Zenitsu hater.

"Moving on! Gyutaro, your turn now!" Daki cheered, her enthusiasm palpable as she playfully nudged her brother forward. "Come on, come on! Give them your apology!"

"Hey, wait a minute! Slow down a bit!" Her encouragement propelled Gyutaro closer to the group. A hushed silence hung in the air. Uncertainty gnawed at him as he stood there, at a loss for how to proceed. His gaze flickered to you, seeking guidance, and you simply shrugged, a gesture that seemed to say, "Go for it." Then, he glanced at Daki, who responded with an encouraging thumbs-up, silently urging him onward.

"Gah, this is degrading..." Gyutaro grumbled under his breath, his forehead creased in irritation. This was a significant blow to his pride, an act he deemed beneath him. But there he stood, swallowing his pride for the sake of his sister, the very embodiment of humility.

"I... I apologize," He muttered, his voice barely audible as if each word was extracted with excruciating effort. His demeanor appeared almost pained, as if the act of apologizing was akin to a slow and agonizing death. Yet, despite his internal struggle, Gyutaro continued. "I'm sorry for all the harm I've caused. My sister and I—we don't wish to inflict harm any longer. We... we want to help, to be of assistance." He crossed his arms defensively as Daki applauded him, a proud smile on her face.

"See?" You chimed in, a mixture of relief and elation playing across your features. "They are not against us!"

"I'm not entirely convinced we can place our trust in them," Tanjiro interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism. Uncertainty painted his tone as he grappled with conflicting emotions. "But my senses... my instincts tell me that they're being genuine. And if (Y/N) trusts them, I-I'm willing to give them a chance! I want to believe in their sincerity too!" His words were marked by determination, his hands curling into fists as he reaffirmed his resolve.

"T-TANJIRO! ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?!" Zenitsu exclaimed, racing towards him and leaping to wrap his arms around his waist. "I-I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A GOOD IDEA!" The red-haired boy patted his head in response.

"I'm sure of it." Tanjiro asserted, his gaze locking onto yours. His gentle smile conveyed the message that he was firmly on your side, a gesture that warmed your heart.

"Thank you, Tanjiro!" You murmured, appreciating his stance.

"Thank you, human! You're a good boy!" Daki interjected with genuine gratitude, her voice tinged with a surprising sincerity.

'...I'll be happier if (Y/N) was the one calling me good boy—'

"Um... so, is there a way to address this situation?" You inquired, seeking guidance from the higher-ranking Demon Slayers, Uzui and Obanai. "Maybe like a trial or something?"

"Well, having an Upper Moon wanting to side with the Demon Slayers is an unprecedented occurrence, princess." Uzui responded with a touch of nonchalance, his mind clearly working to figure out the best course of action.

"Indeed," Obanai added, crossing his arms in thought. "A trial might be a suitable approach to determine how to proceed."

"Wait, seriously? So you're not just going to kill them on the spot?" Your voice was filled with a glimmer of hope, your eyes practically sparkling with anticipation.

"A rather flashy trial, I should say!" Uzui smirked, playing up the dramatic aspect.

"Ugh..." Obanai sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in apparent exasperation. The unfolding events seemed to leave him perpetually flabbergasted. "...I'll report this to the Head Master to see if we can arrange a trial to decide the fate of Upper Moon 6."

"OH MY GOD! YES! DAKI, DID YOU HEAR THAT?! THEY'RE NOT GOING TO KILL YOU!" You practically squealed with joy, hardly believing the outcome.

"Or at least, not killing me right away! Yippee!!" Daki's enthusiasm was infectious, her grip on her brother's hand betraying the excitement she felt.

"However, you will need to be restrained for now." The Snake Hashira interjected, his voice carrying a no-nonsense tone. "The three of you."

"What?" The word left your mouth just as a group of Kakushi pounced on you, resulting in your face harshly meeting the floor. "Ouch! My nose!" The impact had left a wound on your forehead and your nose was bleeding.

"(Y/N)/MHM,HMHH!!" The Kamaboko Squad's worried voices echoed in unison, concern evident in their expressions.

"L-LORD IGURO! WE HAVE THE CRETIN UNDER CONTROL!" One Kakushi declared, specifically the one who was inadvertently stepping on you. "SHOULD WE RESTRAIN THE DEMONS TOO?"

"First and foremost, avoid using derogatory terms for her." Uzui intervened, his tone darkening as he turned his stern gaze towards the Kakushi. "How could you address a lady in such a manner? So unflashy!"

"That's right! She has a name—it's (Y/N)!" Suma chimed in, swiftly coming to your defense.

"Exactly, you hoe! Mind your manners!" Makio chastised, her scolding tone dripping with authority.

"She's not a cretin." Hinatsuru's unsettling smile stretched across her face as she offered her opinion. "It would be prudent to consider your words before speaking."

"..." The Kakushi who had used the derogatory term fell into a dejected silence, an air of remorse surrounding him as he absorbed the reprimand from a Hashira and three striking women.

"H-How should we restrain the demons, then?" A female Kakushi inquired nervously. Obanai was about to respond, but Daki preemptively interrupted.

"Here! What do you want me to do?!" Her enthusiasm was palpable as she sought to take charge.

"...Huh?" The Kakushi stammered, rubbing her hands together nervously.

"Daki, are you seriously just going to let them handle you like this?" Gyutaro's worried tone carried more concern for her well-being than annoyance.

"Brother, don't worry about me!" Daki's voice held an unwavering confidence as she placed both hands on his shoulders. "I've got this under control. You always take care of our problems, so it's my turn to step up. Go and hide!"

"Daki..." Gyutaro's internal struggle was evident. He trusted his sister wholeheartedly, but seeing this newfound independence in her was surprising. She was acting like a different person, more self-reliant. And that wasn't a bad thing—it made him proud to witness her growth. While he had concerns about her safety, his primary worry was preventing any harm from befalling her. That was the extent of his apprehension.

"It's alright, leave it to me!" Daki beamed, and her words seemed to soothe Gyutaro's concerns, prompting a resigned sigh from him as he ruffled her hair, eliciting a laugh from her.

"Alright... I'll trust you with this." His sigh held a mixture of surrender and pride, his gaze locked on his sister. She wasn't just a burden to protect anymore—she was proving herself to be a capable partner in overcoming their challenges. He wasn't entirely sure about all of this, but he was sure that he trusted Daki, and he trusted you to do what was right. The only lingering mistrust he had was directed at everyone else—he wouldn't allow anything to happen to his sister. He started to make his way toward Daki's body, climbing onto her back and slowly integrating himself within her being

"Alright, humans! What's the plan?" Daki's enthusiasm was undiminished. "Do I get down on the floor like (Y/N)? Should I be tied up?"

"Well..." The female Kakushi hesitated, her own nerves palpable. "If you could transform, say... into a child-like form, we could put you in a container. Dawn is approaching, after all..."

"Transform? Like a kid?" The Kakushi nodded. "Ugh!" Daki's displeasure was evident as she transformed herself into a child's body. "Ugh, I hate this! Is this good enough?"

"Y-Yes... I'll go get a container ready for you now..." The Kakushi stammered nervously, offering her hand to Daki, who reluctantly took it.

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And so, the story unfolds in the present. After being restrained by the Kakushi, you found yourself confined to a basement, awaiting the imminent trial (also, they gave you your uniform for you to put it on right now). It's swift approach had caught you off guard—you had anticipated at least a couple of days to formulate a defense strategy. This accelerated timeline left you uneasy, as you wrestled with anxiety and the pressure to present a convincing case. Your facade of calm was rapidly eroding, threatening to expose your inner turmoil.

"I'm realizing something..." You began, attempting to redirect your focus away from the rising anxiety. "I'm really grateful that you two are the ones here with me! I'm so lucky!"

"I'm also happy that I was chosen to accompany you!" Ozaki responded with a cheerful tone.

"Well, it wasn't exactly a coincidence. We were assigned to be here." Goto explained matter-of-factly. "Specifically us."

"Huh? Why? I don't understand..." You voiced your confusion, wondering why it was specifically them.

"You see, it was at the request of the Ubuyashiki clan's young mistress, Master Kiriya," Goto elucidated. "Upon hearing about your situation, she asked Master Ubuyashiki to assign you a Kakushi who could make you feel more at ease. Your reputation has taken a hit due to your association with demons, and the majority of the Kakushi and Demon Slayers now hold a negative opinion of you. Master Kiriya wanted to ensure that you wouldn't face unnecessary hardships during this trial. A bit odd, don't you think?"

"...He—I MEAN...She did that?" You were utterly astonished by Kiriya's thoughtfulness.

"Yes. So, given that we're already friends with you, that's how we ended up here to take care of you!" Ozaki concluded, providing a clearer picture of the situation.

'Wow, Kiriya!' You mentally exclaimed, appreciating his efforts. You were aware that you had developed a friendly connection, but you hadn't expected him to go to such lengths to ensure your comfort in this challenging circumstance. You made a mental note to express your gratitude to him later.

"But hey," Ozaki interjected, shifting the conversation's tone. "Are you absolutely certain you don't want to rest? You haven't slept or properly recovered since the battle. You must be feeling awful!"

"Yeah, your injuries aren't even properly tended to... Taking a short nap could be beneficial." Goto suggested, genuine concern for your well-being evident in his voice.

"...Even if I wanted to, I can't." You admitted, your anxiety and stress overwhelming any chance of rest. Your futile attempts at sleep had proven fruitless, leaving you fatigued and drained. The upcoming trial was your only focus, and your resolve to endure any discomfort for the sake of Gyutaro and Daki was unwavering.

"Hey, kid..." Goto's voice softened, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "I know you must be stressed, and honestly, I have no idea how things will turn out. This might be the last time I'm with you if things go south."

"..." Your eyes met his, a mix of emotions swirling within them as you awaited his next words.

"But you've shown bravery and strength! I'm confident you'll navigate this successfully. Once it's all over, you'll finally be able to rest—you've certainly earned it...okay?"

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"Aww, Goto, I didn't know you had such a sweet side!" Ozaki teased playfully, prompting him to withdraw his hand hastily.

"S-Shut up! I'm trying to be supportive!" He retorted, his cheeks tinged with a blush of embarrassment.

"And I appreciate it." You interjected before Ozaki could further provoke him. "Thank you, both of you. Your words have definitely eased my nerves a bit."

"No need to thank us. While we might not be directly involved in the trial, know that we're here to support you!" Ozaki assured you, her gentle smile eliciting a small response from you.

"Absolutely. You're not alone in this, kid." Goto added with a nod, his own expression conveying a sense of determination.

Out of nowhere, a series of knocks reverberated from the door, signaling the impending start of the trial. The door swung open, revealing another Kakushi who wore a distinct scowl.

"The trial is about to commence. The girl needs to move." The Kakushi stated coldly.

"This is it," Goto mused, his tone reflective. "If things don't go well and you die; I'll take care of Dodo."

Ozaki's eyes widened in indignation, and she lunged at Goto, delivering a series of light smacks to his head. "YOU BITCH! YOU JUST SAID EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE A MOMENT AGO!"

"I'M BEING PRACTICAL! JUST IN CASE!" Goto yelled back, the two of them devolving into a banter. A dry chuckle escaped your lips as you observed their amusing exchange. With a sigh, you rose from the basement, steeling yourself for what lay ahead.

"Do you know where the trial is?" The Kakushi inquired, offering to escort you.

"It's alright, I know the way. Thank you for the suggestion, though!" You responded, a genuine smile gracing your features as you expressed your gratitude.

"Goodbye, my dear! You'll do splendidly, I'm sure!" Ozaki exclaimed dramatically, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she waved you off. She resembled a wife bidding farewell to her husband departing for war.

"As I mentioned, you'll be just fine, kid. Good luck!" Goto waved as well, his words carrying a sense of unwavering confidence.

"Thank you!" You called back, bowing slightly as a gesture of appreciation before making your way toward the trial.

Your anxiety and unease swelled within you like a storm on the horizon. The trial loomed over you like a shadow, casting doubt and uncertainty on every step you took. Your mind raced with a bunch of potential outcomes, each more harrowing than the last. What if the trial ended in your death? What if you were subjected to torture? The prospect of being expelled from the Demon Slayer Corps sent shivers down your spine, but the worst thought of all was the fate of Daki and Gyutaro. The mere mention of them being killed gnawed at your sanity, turning your stomach into knots.

Every possible scenario played out in your mind's eye, each one more terrifying than the last. Your heart raced, and your breaths came in shallow gasps as the weight of the situation pressed down on you. The thought of failure, of letting down those you cared for, consumed your thoughts, leaving you feeling like a pawn in a cruel game of fate.

"...!" Lost in the whirlwind of your own fears, you suddenly felt a jolt, as if reality itself had shifted around you. In the blink of an eye, your body was pressed against a nearby wall, leaving you dumbfounded and disoriented. Panic surged through your veins, your wide eyes frantically searching for the source of this unexpected intrusion. Before you could react, you realized that someone had you cornered—their arms caging you in, their presence overwhelming your senses. The proximity was stifling, leaving no room for escape.

It was a kabedon! A move you'd seen countless times in manga and anime!

"Tell me... What the hell is your deal?" A low, unnerving voice sliced through the haze of your thoughts, and your gaze snapped up to meet those piercing eyes. Sanemi stood before you, his demeanor as imposing and intense as ever. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What was he doing? Why was he confronting you like this? You felt a new wave of anxiety crash over you, the knot in your stomach tightening even further. This was Sanemi, known for his fiery temper and sharp tongue. You could only imagine how furious he would be upon learning that you had brought an Upper Moon into the Demon Slayer Corps. Your anxiety surged, threatening to drown you in its suffocating grip. "Teaming up with demons? Upper moon demons? Are you fucking kidding me?"

His demand cut through your thoughts, and your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. You were caught off guard, paralyzed by the unexpected encounter. The pressure of the situation seemed to strangle your voice, leaving you mute and defenseless.

"..." Gulping audibly, you tried to form a coherent response, but your mind was a whirlwind of panic and confusion. Your body betrayed you, trembling slightly under his unrelenting gaze. The world around you seemed to blur, your thoughts spiraling into chaos. A strange sensation washed over you, a mix of nervousness and... something else? Your cheeks warmed, an inexplicable fluttering in your chest adding to the dizzying turmoil. Why were you feeling like this?! This wasn't the time or place for such reactions. Your emotions were betraying you, transforming your anxiety into something altogether different.

"Well?!" His impatience radiated off him in waves, intensifying the pressure you felt. You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to defuse the tension. In a desperate attempt to quell the panic and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm you, you did the only thing you could think of:

You played dumb.

"Oh! S-Sorry! Me no talk Japanese! Me don't u-understand you!" Your voice wavered, feigning innocence as you looked up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. It was a risky gambit, but you hoped that your innocent act would buy you a moment of reprieve from his piercing scrutiny. "I talk english! So sorry! May you please let me go? Hahaha!"

...

His gaze bore into you, a mixture of disbelief and irritation contorting his features. You watched as his eyes squinted, his initial dumbfounded expression giving way to a growing frustration. The veins on his face and arms seemed to pulsate, a clear indicator of his mounting exasperation. Your heart raced as you realized the gravity of your mistake—your feeble attempt to feign ignorance had backfired spectacularly.

"...Are you fucking stupid? Did you forget that I know English too?" His voice was edged with a harshness that cut through the air like a blade. It was painfully clear that he saw right through your act, leaving you trapped in an awkward and tense predicament.

'SHITTTTTT!!!' Your internal monologue echoed with your newfound realization. The fact that Sanemi was proficient in English had completely slipped your mind. The veins on his face seemed to multiply, mirroring the surge of frustration coursing through you. Your palms grew clammy, and your anxiety intensified as you desperately searched for an escape from this rapidly deteriorating situation.

As panic threatened to overwhelm you, your mind raced for a solution. You needed to salvage this, to regain some semblance of composure and dignity! And then, a flicker of an idea surfaced—a thread of hope that perhaps, just maybe, you could navigate your way out of this mess.

"U-Um, I meant to say, Me don't talk English either!" You blurted out, your voice cracking slightly in your nervous haste. Your words tumbled out like a waterfall, propelled by desperation. "Yo hablar español! Me confundí! P-Perdona!"

Your mind raced through the limited Spanish phrases you knew, drawn from the Duolingo lessons you had taken. You weren't fluent by any means, but you knew enough to piece together a rudimentary response. The beads of sweat forming on your forehead were evidence of the anxiety that gripped you.

...

A heavy silence hung in the air, tension coiling between you like an invisible thread. Sanemi's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. He lowered his head slightly, his proximity to your chest/shoulder/head causing a flutter of nerves to course through you. When he finally raised his head once more, a muted sigh seemed to escape his lips. It was as if he was battling an inner storm, striving to contain the tempest of anger that threatened to erupt.

Despite his restraint, his irritation was palpable. A disconcerting smile played at the edges of his lips, though his eyes betrayed a simmering displeasure. "Oh. Que maravilla." His words held a calculated edge, his eye seemingly twitching as he observed the color drain from your face.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, he had just responded in Spanish.

"Resulta que yo también sé hablar español." He murmured in a lower tone.

...

...

...

'FUCKKKKK MMEEEEEE!! WHAT THE HELLL?! MOTHERFUCKER CANNOT READ NOR WRITE BUT HE KNOWS HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH AND SPANISH?!' Yup, you have officially lost it.

"Vamos, responde mis preguntas." Sanemi's voice oozed with a confident smirk, his sharp eyes clearly relishing in the sight of your faltering smile. It was as if he had caught onto your initial attempt to play it cool, and he was now reveling in the upper hand. "Hablas español, ¿no?"

Each word he uttered was like a tightening vice around your nerves, constricting your ability to think straight. Your anxiety amplified, rendering you speechless and flustered. "A-Ah, well—"

"Te estoy esperando." His voice held a hint of impatience, like a ticking clock counting down to your response. You averted your gaze, feeling the weight of embarrassment press down upon you. The intensity of his scrutiny made it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak.

"Me, eh, yo—" Your voice quivered, stumbling over words that seemed to evade your grasp. Your heart raced as you struggled to regain your composure, but every attempt felt like grasping at thin air.

"¿No puedes responder? ¿Por qué será?" Sanemi's words bore into you like a piercing stare, cutting through any semblance of confidence you might have mustered. He closed the physical distance between you, his presence engulfing you entirely. The proximity was overwhelming, sending your heart into overdrive. Your face and palms grew slick with sweat, the physical manifestation of your escalating nerves.

Your mind was a swirl of confusion—why were you feeling so agitated? This wasn't like you at all. Or was it? Hadn't a similar situation unfolded between you and him before, back at the wisteria house?

With a mixture of nervousness and static in your expression, you finally managed to string together a response. "A-Ay Carajo! Haha—I mean, Jajaja! Eh, uh que vergüenza! Estoy muy, um, embarazada!"

The weight of his gaze on you only intensified, his deadpan expression seemingly etched into his features. "...You just told me that you're pregnant." His voice was flat, his incredulity palpable.

Nervous laughter bubbled from your lips. "Ahh... ups. Me equivo—"

"Drop the act already. I know you speak Japanese."

"Dammit!" The curse slipped out before you could stop it, and your mind raced as you frantically tried to come up with an escape plan. Any excuse would do, anything to divert his attention for just a moment, to buy you a chance to break free from this suffocating confrontation.

"Ugh." He groaned, exasperation seeping into his voice. "I'm getting tired of your bullsh—"

"Oh my god! Hello Genya! What are you doing here, bro?!" You exclaimed, your eyes widening in mock surprise as you glanced to your side. His gaze snapped to where you were looking, a flicker of astonishment crossing his features. In that split second of distraction, you seized your chance. With an adrenaline-fueled punch to his arm, you managed to break free from his kabedon trap, your movements swift and desperate.

"UGH—COME BACK HERE!!" Sanemi's furious roar chased after you as you sprinted away, your heart pounding in your ears. The promise of his anger spurred you forward, your feet moving as fast as they could, despite the limited speed at your disposal. "YOU'RE AS GOOD AS FUCKING DEAD!"

"AHHHHHHHH! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE!!" Your cry echoed through the place as you fled, the urgency in your voice a reflection of the literal devil that was in hot pursuit.

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"Oh! Hello, young Tokito!"

Muichiro turned around at the sound of his name being called. "Hmh?" He responded, his curiosity piqued. "Oh... You're... Rengoku, right?" He tilted his head, recalling the familiar face before him.

"I'm surprised you remembered me! Hahaha!" Rengoku's laughter resonated, his hands confidently resting on his hips. They were currently at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, specifically in the Ubuyashiki State.

"Well, yeah. You always bring me food whenever we meet... and also, you remind me of an owl... a loud one."

"Hahaha! Thank you for the compliment!" Rengoku's amusement bubbled forth as he playfully ruffled Muichiro's hair with genuine affection. He stood still, his normally reserved demeanor masking the fact that he secretly enjoyed these interactions with Rengoku. There was a faint, distant memory of someone who used to treat him with such warmth, but the details remained just out of reach. Despite this, he refused to let himself acknowledge the comfort he felt in his presence. "I'm so sorry but this time, I wasn't able to bring you any food... This trial was in such short notice that I almost didn't have time to prepare!"

"...It's alright. I wasn't really expecting it, and I wouldn't have remembered anyway..." Muichiro's words were a practiced lie, carefully concealing the small pleasure he derived from their encounters. However, his expression shifted when he noticed something slipping from Rengoku's pocket. "Mhm?" He tilted his head in curiosity. "Hey, I think something is falling from your pocket..." He pointed out, his observation proving accurate as Rengoku's gaze followed his finger to where a piece of paper teetered on the edge.

"Oh! That was a close one!" Rengoku's swift reflexes prevented the paper from hitting the floor. "Thank you, young Tokito! This is very important to me!"

Muichiro's curiosity stirred a bit more. "...What is it?" He inquired, his reserved demeanor giving way to genuine interest.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW?! YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THIS PRECIOUS PHOTO OF MINE?!" Rengoku's exclamation was practically brimming with enthusiasm, his cheeks taking on a rosy hue that seemed to match his infectious energy.

"...Yeah?" Muichiro tilted his head, his intrigue evident.

"Here! Take a look at it!" Rengoku handed the photo to him, his pride evident in the offering. As Muichiro examined the image, he saw a girl—or at least, someone who appeared to be a girl. The figure was adorned in a suit and hat, a rather unconventional sight. Wait, why did she seem familiar?

"Uhh... who is she?" Muichiro's question held a genuine puzzlement as he gazed at the photograph.

"This is (L/N) (Y/N)!" Rengoku declared proudly.

"...Why is she wearing a suit?"

"It was for a mission! I got the picture thanks to Koucho!" His laughter rang out, his eyes reflecting the fondness he held for the memory. As Muichiro returned the photo, Rengoku's expression shifted into something akin to pure delight. "I'm her husband~" Proclaimed in a teasing tone. "She doesn't know that though—AAKIIAIKAKJAHAAGGA!!" A sudden shift into girlish giggles followed, punctuating the statement with playful glee, cheeks blushing and eyes shimmering with affection.

"Oh, Rengoku! Such a funny joke!" Both Muichiro and Rengoku turned around in response to the new presence. Shinobu stood before them, her smile seemingly holding back an undercurrent of anger. "You're so funny! You should focus on being a comedian instead of a Hashira!"

"Greetings, Koucho!" Rengoku greeted her amiably, his obliviousness to her attitude evident. He was simply unaware of any tension. "I was not joking! I was being hone—"

"Hahahaha!" Her laughter cut him off, dripping with sarcasm. "Like I said, you're sooo hilarious!"

"Oh my god! What was the joke?! I want to laugh too!" Another voice suddenly chimed in, drawing everyone's attention. Mitsuri had joined the scene. "Hello, hello!"

"Good morning, Mitsuri." Koucho sweetly greeted her, her attitude quickly changing. It seemed obvious that the butterfly woman had a soft spot for the pink-haired girl. "I was laughing because Rengoku is such a silly goose!"

"Am I?" Rengoku adorably tilted his head, his confusion genuine.

"You are." Koucho affirmed, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes as she maintained a somewhat harsh tone.

"Oh well! I guess I am a silly goose! Hahaha!" Rengoku chuckled confidently, crossing his arms with a playful demeanor. Mitsuri joined in with her laughter, her innocent amusement not entirely in sync with the situation unfolding.

"So... why are we here again?" Muichiro's voice broke through the lighthearted exchange, his perplexity evident.

"Did you forget?" Mitsuri inquired, her curiosity directed toward the young swordsman. 'Aw! He's adorable!'

Muichiro nodded, confirming her suspicion. "We're here because of the trial. Something unexpected and important happened, and it needs to be taken care of." Shinobu patiently explained.

"And what happened?" Muichiro queried once more, his intent on grasping the situation.

"A flashy occurrence, I must say!" Yet another voice added to the conversation.

"Ahhh!! Uzui!! You're okay!" Mitsuri's joyous exclamation filled the air, her relief palpable. Uzui stood before them, adorned with bandages that wrapped around his face and body. A particularly large bandage covered his forehead, while his signature white hair cascaded down his back. He donned his Demon Slayer uniform, his appearance showing the signs of a recent battle.

"MY LOVE! YOU'RE OKAY! I'M SO GLAD!" Rengoku's exuberance couldn't be contained as he enthusiastically approached Uzui, the bond between the two Hashira evident in their heartfelt interaction.

"Aw, honey! Don't call me 'my love' in front of the others! You're making me embarrassed!" Uzui exclaimed in a playful, babyish tone, his cheeks turning pink as he giggled.

"You're so cute, my sugar bun! I can't help it! You're the love of my life!" Rengoku replied, holding Uzui's hands affectionately.

"Oh my! Here they are with their gay antics again!" Shinobu muttered under her breath, her smile strained. Mitsuri looked at her with surprise, taken aback by the unusual tone.

"But we can't, my kitten! I already have three wives!" Uzui dramatically declared, a tear welling up in his eye.

"So what if you add one husband to the mix?" Rengoku inquired, gazing at Uzui with pleading eyes.

"W-We can't!" Uzui averted his gaze, a tinge of shame evident in his expression. "I'm afraid our relationship must be kept a secret!"

"But how do you expect me to keep my composure when you're right in front of me?!" Rengoku's desperation was palpable.

"I'm sorry, my sun! Things will need to go this w—"

"What the hell is happening?" A new voice cut through the conversation, filled with bewilderment as its owner tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.

"Obanai!! You're here! Yay!" Mitsuri greeted him enthusiastically, her happiness evident as she rushed over to him.

"O-Oh... hey, Mitsuri..." Obanai responded, his cold exterior momentarily thawing as he interacted with the pink-haired girl. However, he quickly regained his composure, as if reminding himself of the gravity of the situation. "Could you all stop acting so nonchalant? Someone is attempting to collaborate with Upper Moon 6 and the demons slayer corps! This is of utmost importance!"

"It is indeed a crucial matter," Shinobu acknowledged, her arms crossed and eyes closed. "But discussing it now won't be productive. We will hold a trial, and furthermore, not everyone is present yet. We're awaiting Himejima, Shinazugawa, Tomioka, and... (Y/N)."

"Oh gosh! Don't bring that up!" Mitsuri nervously exclaimed. "I'm so anxious! This situation is u-unprecedented! Does anyone have any idea why (Y/N) would attempt something like this?!"

"I'm not sure... Back where the battle took place, she explained her reasons, but it seems like she's acting out of selfishness..." Obanai commented with a critical tone.

"Selfishness?" Koucho repeated, her expression puzzled. "I'm inclined to believe there's more to it than that. Saving demons is a perplexing choice. It's hard to imagine (Y/N) doing this solely out of selfishness. There must be another reason."

"I'm not sure either, but I'll reserve judgment until (Y/N) has a chance to defend herself!" Mitsuri declared, her determination evident as she clenched her fists.

"Still! Bringing a demon into the Demon Slayer Corps is a grave offense!" Rengoku interjected fervently.

"I share the same sentiment." Uzui added. "However, they seemed genuinely interested in reform, so I'm not entirely certain... Argh, this is so unflashy of me!"

"A demon being good? ...That's impossible." Muichiro asserted, his skepticism unwavering.

"Well, there's the Nezuko Kamado case!" Rengoku chimed in.

"Yes, but the Kamado girl hasn't harmed or devoured humans. This is different. We're talking about an Upper Moon here!" Obanai explained.

"As I mentioned earlier, let's wait for everyone to gather before delving into this further." Shinobu suggested, recognizing the futility of discussing it in the current context.

"But even if we decide to eliminate Upper Moon 6, what happens to (Y/N)? Will she..." Mitsuri's voice faltered, her anxiety palpable. "Will she meet the same fate?"

"..." A heavy silence settled over the group, their uncertainty rendering them speechless. The answer was clear, yet the thought was unsettling. Although some of them wished for a different outcome, the violation of bringing a demon into the Demon Slayer Corps couldn't be overlooked. Instead of offering a response, they remained in silence, grappling with the gravity of their impending decision.

"Life isn't fair..." A new voice joined the conversation, laden with sorrow. "Difficult choices must be made, regardless of their hardship. It's a pitiable situation..." Gyomei's voice quivered, his tears flowing as he spoke. His sudden appearance caught some off guard, as they hadn't noticed him joining the group.

...

A drawn-out sigh escaped from Shinobu's lips as she pressed her fingers against her temple, a clear sign of her exasperation. "Ah... What is going through that girl's mind..." She muttered, her thoughts clearly focused on you. An unusual pout was on her lips.

"Shinobu..." Mitsuri's voice carried a note of surprise, having caught her muttering.

"Hmm?" She lifted her gaze, her attention now fully on the pink-haired girl. "Do you have something to share?"

"A-Ah!" Mitsuri stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up. She hadn't meant to blurt out her name like that! It was entirely accidental! "W-Well! It's just... you seem different..."

"Different? In what way?" Her head tilted slightly, genuinely curious.

"...You appear more, um, expressive... I mean, you've always had a smile and everything, but lately, I've noticed your emotions coming through more—Ah! I didn't mean to offend you or anything! I'm just taken aback, that's all..." Mitsuri hastily explained.

Shinobu regarded her with surprise, reflecting on the observation. It was true—she wasn't sure when it started, but she had sensed her emotions becoming more visible to others. She was becoming somewhat more expressive, which was both unfamiliar and intriguing. She found herself grappling with whether this shift was positive or negative. "Oh, yes... well, don't worry. You haven't offended me. I'm simply..." She trailed off, struggling to put her thoughts into words. "Stressed, that's all."

"I'm stressed too..." Mitsuri admitted with candor. "Even though (Y/N) and I haven't interacted much, I was hoping to get closer to her... But this situation is a complete mess! I fear things might take a turn for the worse..."

Shinobu's expression softened as she listened to Mitsuri's concerns. She could relate to the worry that the situation had evoked in her. "You're not alone in feeling that way, Mitsuri. We're all facing an unprecedented challenge, and (Y/N)'s actions have placed us in a difficult position. But we must remain steadfast and seek the truth behind her motives. There might be more to her decisions than meets the eye."

Mitsuri nodded, her determination returning. "You're right, Shinobu! We should give her a chance to explain herself during the trial! It's the fairest way to approach this situation."

"Indeed." Shinobu agreed, a faint smile gracing her lips. She was glad to have such a sweet friend as Mitsuri. Suddenly, a look of surprise washed over her face. "Oh my... I'm sensing a surge of intense bloodlust from behind me."

"Hmm?" Mitsuri queried, her gaze directed to the source she mentioned. "It's just Obanai behind you though!" Both of them turned around, and upon locking eyes with Mitsuri, Obanai found himself blushing slightly. He offered a bashful wave in response. "Oh, he's so cute!"

"Yes, positively charming..." Shinobu retorted with a trace of sarcasm, her dry humor going over Mitsuri's head.

"Changing the subject flashingly..." Uzui interjected, shifting his attention toward Muichiro. "Kid, you've grown quite a bit! I'm genuinely surprised!"

"...I'm not a kid. I'm freaking eighteen..." Muichiro grumbled under his breath.

"No need for profanity, young Tokito!" Rengoku interjected, playfully reprimanding him, his radiant smile unwavering.

"Let me tell you something!" Uzui began, his hand resting on Muichiro's shoulder. "If you keep up this frosty demeanor, you'll never find that special someone!"

"..." Muichiro remained silent, although he cheekily extended his middle finger behind his back before swiftly retracting it as if nothing happened.

"Did you just discreetly flip me off?!" Uzui exclaimed, his disbelief palpable.

"Hmm, no?" He feigned innocence.

"Yes, you unflashingly did! I saw it! How dare you pull something like—" Muichiro responded with another middle finger. "There it is again! You flipped me off AGAIN!"

"Oh, I don't recall." Muichiro replied nonchalantly, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "Must've slipped my mind."

"Ugh! You little unflashy rascal!" Uzui seethed, his frustration evident, while Rengoku hurriedly stepped in to prevent any escalation.

"Babe, please calm down!" Rengoku implored, attempting to pacify Uzui. "Remember, he's younger! You should set a positive example!"

"But he insulted me first!" Uzui retorted defiantly, his irritation showing. "Compared to me, he's a damn fetus!"

"And you're an ugly piggly old bitch." Muichiro retorted with a casual flip of his hair. The shockwaves of his audacity rippled through the group, leaving them momentarily stunned. He maintained his nonchalant demeanor, his face stoic as ever. "But hey, you're the one with all the life experience, right...?"

...

"Slay." Gyomei chimed in with a hearty amen.

"...Excuse me? Aren't you supposed to discourage this behavior, not cheer it on?" Obanai chided him with disbelief.

"...Devoured."

"This is unbelievable..." The snake Hashira deadpanned.

Himejima didn't say anything to that—rather than a simple, "...💋"

"Although I must confess," Shinobu interjected, swiftly shifting the conversation. "Where are Tomioka, Shinazugawa, and (Y/N)? They're unusually late."

"It's odd, especially since Tomioka is usually the punctual one!" Mitsuri chimed in, her brows furrowed in concern. "And (Y/N)? Could she have gotten lost?" She tugged at her hair, visibly anxious.

"Let's not jump to conclusions... They'll probably be here soon." Obanai reassured her, awkwardly patting her shoulder. The genuine gesture caused Mitsuri to break into a radiant smile, one that sent him blushing.

"You're absolutely right!" Mitsuri exclaimed, stars practically dancing around her. "I'm sure they're on their way, and—"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A sudden scream pierced the air, capturing everyone's attention and causing them to turn their heads towards the source. It was you, sprinting towards them with sheer horror. "PLEASE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONEEE!" Your voice trembled as your stamina began to wane.

"Check it out, bro!" Uzui nudged Rengoku's arm, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Oh?" He glanced at him, anticipation in his gaze.

"Look, your crush is making a grand entrance!"

"WHERE!?" Rengoku's eyes widened, almost breaking his neck in the process as he was scanning the surroundings in search of your figure.

"Right behind you!" Uzui whispered-yelled with a mischievous grin.

Unable to contain his excitement, Rengoku seized his shoulders. "Give me a push!" Uzui complied, propelling him towards you with his signature flamboyance.

"WAH—" Caught off guard and too preoccupied with escaping Sanemi's clutches, you failed to notice Rengoku hurtling toward you. The two of you collided, your body teetering dangerously. In the nick of time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from falling unceremoniously onto the ground.

"Oh, pardon me, my princess!" He crooned, his voice playful as he tenderly caressed your cheek.

...

"HUH?!" Utterly flabbergasted, you were left blinking in confusion. Why was he stroking your cheek? Had you missed some crucial context? A rosy blush painted your face, your heart pounding. Rengoku acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, casually returning to Uzui.

"Bestie, you silly!" He chided Uzui in mock disappointment. Suddenly, a smirk took over his lips. "You should've push me harder~"

"HASHAHAHBHBABAHBABHAB!" Both of them erupted into a fit of giggles, exchanging playful banter that left you even more bewildered, Shinobu thoroughly unimpressed, and Obanai rolling his eyes at their antics.

Amidst the chaos of your unexpected collision with Rengoku, Sanemi seized the opportunity to apprehend you, grasping your collar and giving you a rough shake. Completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events, you found yourself ensnared by his unyielding grip.

"(Y/N)!!" Mitsuri gasped in surprise, her eyes widening with concern as she called out your name in a nervous tone.

Shinobu's previously pleasant expression faltered for a moment, her smile giving way to a slight frown as she silently urged Sanemi to exercise restraint. "Shinazugawa, please, let's not handle it this way." She interjected, her voice tinged with an underlying firmness.

Rengoku and Uzui, having regained their composure, stepped forward, their gazes serious as they reprimanded him in unison. "Hey, ease up a bit, buddy! We understand your concern, but this isn't the way to address the situation!" He admonished, his eyes reflecting a blend of understanding and reproach.

Uzui nodded in agreement, his tone more lighthearted but still conveying a sense of authority. "Yeah, Sanemi, you don't wanna scare the poor girl half to death."

"..." Muichiro, who had been observing the unfolding drama with an air of detached curiosity, furrowed his brows as he studied your face. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was some familiarity about you, but the memory remained just out of reach, like a distant whisper in his mind.

Still, Sanemi didn't listen to them as his voice sliced through the air, sharp and intense, as he held you firmly by the collar. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Working with demons? Are you out of your damn mind!?"

Your eyes widened. His grip was tight, making it difficult to respond as you stammered, "I-I have my reasons!"

"Reasons?" His voice was incredulous, his frustration palpable. "You're jeopardizing everything by siding with demons! Do you even grasp the horrors they've unleashed?" Mitsuri and Rengoku exchanged concerned glances, stepping forward, but Sanemi's anger remained unyielding. "Your fucking reckless actions put us all at risk! I won't stand by while you drag us down with your foolishness."

Gyomei's soothing voice intervened. "Shinazugawa, please calm down. This isn't helping."

"Calming down?" Sanemi snapped back, his focus unwavering on you. "This isn't a situation to stay calm about, Himejima. It's a betrayal."

Your heart ached at his accusation. "...I know it's hard to understand, but I'll explain! I swear!"

His gaze turned icy, his eyes narrowing at your words. "Explain what? Changing demons? Don't kid yourself. Don't risk our lives for your naive beliefs."

Mitsuri stepped forward, her voice gentle yet firm. "Shinazugawa, (Y/N) has always shown compassion. Maybe there's more to this."

He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. "Compassion? This isn't the time for naivety. Demons are our enemies, and she should know that!"

"Sanemi..." Obanai's voice carried a touch of empathy as he addressed his fellow Hashira, or rather, at his fellow friend. "I understand your frustration, but..." His words hung in the tense air, and his gaze shifted to Mitsuri, who was anxiously focused on you. "But let her go for now. It's of no use getting angry now. We can address this properly once the Master arrives."

Sanemi's grip on your collar didn't relent as he retorted, his anger unabated. "This is a blatant breach of our principles! There's nothing to discuss."

"Shinazugawa." A calm, measured voice cut through the turmoil. Both you and Sanemi turned towards the source, finding Tomioka Giyuu finally making his presence known.

The tense atmosphere seemed to thicken as a sense of completion settled over the gathering. Shinobu's voice broke through the unease, her tone carrying a hint of relief. "Finally, with Tomioka's arrival, none are missing. Let's await for the master to arrive!"

"Oh, hello Tomioka😊!" Rengoku waved happily at him, unaware of the tension around.

"..." Sanemi's eyes shifted from you to Tomioka, his earlier irritation now compounded with a deeper anger and even a hint of disgust. His clenched jaw and tense posture betrayed the intensity of his emotions, yet he remained silent. The others followed suit, their expectant gazes focused on Tomioka, waiting for his words to cut through the heavy silence that hung in the air.

"..." However, he didn't utter a single word. He stood there, a pillar of calm presence, positioned close to you and the Wind Hashira. The prolonged silence seemed to amplify Sanemi's frustration, causing his annoyance to become increasingly palpable. Veins bulged on his forehead, his lips pressed into a thin line, as he stared daggers at Tomioka.

"Ugh!" Sanemi then scoffed at him. "What the fuck are you looking at? You autistic CUNT?!"

"...!" Unexpectedly, a small, gasping sound escaped Tomioka's lips. He brought a hand to cover his mouth, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. The atmosphere shifted once more as a somber expression replaced the usually composed facade he wore. A glimmer of sadness appeared in his eyes, his gaze momentarily dropping.

'Oh my god!' You gasped, covering your mouth in shock. 'He called him cunt! What the hell?!'

Tomioka's voice finally broke the silence, carrying an unexpected sadness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The words he uttered seemed to catch everyone off guard, including Sanemi. His sad tone pierced through the tension, leaving a palpable sense of discomfort in its wake. "I-I... I was just thinking of what to respond..." His voice quivered slightly, his eyes downcast as he continued, "why are you so mean? :("

The words landed with a soft thud, emphasizing the vulnerability that Tomioka rarely displayed. Sanemi's massive side-eye intensified, his irritation now mixing with a hint of surprise.

As Tomioka stood there, his sad expression unwavering, the other demon slayers reacted in various ways, forming a protective barrier around their fellow comrade. Mitsuri's eyes welled up with tears, her heart clearly aching for him. Shinobu's stern demeanor softened as she shot a disappointed glance at Sanemi, silently chastising his harshness. Gyomei's tears continued to flow, but now they seemed to reflect empathy for Tomioka's hurt. Rengoku's usual cheerful countenance gave way to a look of stern disapproval, and Uzui's playful smile faded into genuine concern.

"Shinazugawa, that was really uncalled for!" Mitsuri's voice trembled slightly as she admonished him, raising her finger sternly at him.

"I agree." Shinobu chimed in, her voice measured but firm. "We're here to address a serious issue, and lashing out at one another won't help anyone."

"Shinazugawa, you need to show some respect!" Rengoku's tone was serious as he pointed his finger at him, his usual warmth replaced by a stern glare.

"You need to be cautious of the words you choose. Slashing out like that to your partners is not correct." Gyomei also joined to the Sanemi scold squad. "You did not, in fact, devoured."

"Come on, man. That was so unnecessary!" Uzui added, his usual nonchalant demeanor replaced by a more serious expression.

'...What does autistic means?' Muichiro's attention was still mostly occupied with something else.

'...I think it's better if I don't say that I agree with Sanemi...' Obanai, while not openly agreeing, chose to stay quiet, his thoughts hidden behind his enigmatic expression. 'Fuck that emo hoe.'

"...You got to be fucking kidding me." Sanemi maintained his deadpan expression as he observed the reactions of his fellow demon slayers. He had expected a scolding, but the intensity of their collective response caught him a bit off guard.

As his attention was briefly diverted, you managed to slip away, seeking refuge behind the solid form of Tomioka. The audacity of it all sent a surge of anger through him, his irritation only deepening. He was about to retort and demand your return when his words were abruptly cut off.

"The master has returned."

The unified voices of Hinaki and Nichika, Kagaya Ubuyashiki's eldest daughters, resounded in the room. Sanemi's ire was momentarily overridden by the surprise of their sudden appearance. His eyes darted to them, his annoyance temporarily forgotten.

At the mention of those words, a swift and synchronized movement occurred. All the Hashira, including yourself, promptly kneeled—a sign of utmost respect for the leader.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki, appearing frail yet dignified, finally appeared, his hands held by his daughters who helped him walk steadily. His presence seemed to command reverence from every corner of the state, even from the usually unyielding Hashira.

"Good morning to you all. I'm surprised a meeting had to be called again. Twice in a year, huh? That's new." Kagaya's voice held a hint of amusement as he addressed the assembled demon slayers.

"Good morning, Master Ubuyashiki." Shinobu, as usual, was the first to respond with a polite and respectful tone.

"I'm pleased to see you in good health, Master." Sanemi's voice, which had previously been laced with irritation, had shifted into a more composed and respectful manner. "I'll keep praying so you have good fortune."

"Thank you for your kind words, Sanemi. I deeply appreciate them." Kagaya's smile was warm and genuine, his gratitude evident in his eyes.

Kagaya's voice carried a tone of genuine regret. "I apologize for the abrupt nature of this meeting. Given the recent battle, I understand that your time and energy are precious commodities. Tengen, how are you faring after the recent skirmish? Your well-being is of concern to me."

Uzui, always one to embrace attention, stood tall with an exuberant grin. "But of course, Master! I'm absolutely in top-notch condition! Your consideration warms my heart!"

Kagaya's gentle chuckle resonated through the room, his eyes reflecting his fondness for the flamboyant Hashira. "As energetic as ever, Tengen. It brings me relief to see you in such spirits." His gaze then shifted to you, his expression growing slightly more solemn. "And you, my dear." His attention settled upon you. "How are you holding up after the recent events?"

"Alive." You gulped, your mind too busy to give the Master a proper answer.

"Fascinating response." He chuckled. "Very well, let's begin the meeting." Kagaya said in his characteristic gentle tone, signaling the commencement of the discussion. "Tengen, may you explain what happened?" His eyes turned to Uzui, indicating that he should provide an account of the recent events.

"Of course, Master." Uzui cleared his throat, his voice growing more formal. "Several days ago, I received reports of unusual activities within the entertainment district. My initial response was to send my wives to investigate the matter. However, they suddenly lost contact, prompting my concern. In response, I personally dispatched skilled demon slayers, including Kamado Tanjiro, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, and our own (L/N) (Y/N). Their mission was to infiltrate the district and gather information discreetly."

Uzui's words hung in the air as he recounted the sequence of events. The Hashira leaned in, their attention fixed on his narrative.

"Zenitsu disappeared after a few days, leaving no trace," He continued. "Then, the battle against the Upper Moon 6 commenced. My wives managed to evacuate the district's residents, and a fierce battle ensued. Eventually, we managed to defeat the demon, albeit after a challenging confrontation. However, just when I believed the battle was over, (Y/N) revealed a startling development—the Upper Moon 6 wished to collaborate with the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Thank you very much." Kagaya nodded, acknowledging Uzui's report. "(Y/N), may you explain your part?" He then turned his attention to you, his calm gaze seeming to penetrate through the shroud of unease enveloping you. His inquiry was direct, asking you to share your perspective on the situation.

Feeling the weight of the room's attention, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before addressing his query. "I will," You responded, your voice carrying a mixture of apprehension and determination. The room's atmosphere seemed to amplify your nervousness, but you gathered your thoughts to speak.

You recounted your experience, your words weaving a tale of your encounter with the Upper Moon 6, Daki, who had assumed the guise of Warabihime. As you spoke, memories resurfaced—the initial tension, the gradual rapport that had formed, the unexpected connection that had left a lasting impression on you. As you described the interactions, you found yourself caught in a momentary reverie, reflecting on the intricacies of your interactions.

Kagaya's gentle prompt brought you back to the present, nudging you to continue your account. "And then?" He inquired, his eyes fixed on you.

You exhaled, feeling the collective gaze of the Hashira. "In the end... I managed to reach an understanding with Daki. She and her brother Gyutaro, agreed to cease their attacks on humans."

Your words hung in the air, the room enveloped in contemplative silence. Kagaya Ubuyashiki nodded, acknowledging your account. The Hashira exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a blend of skepticism and introspection.

"I appreciate your inquiry," Kagaya words held a genuine curiosity as he addressed you. "It's evident that your decision was not made lightly. Could you please shed light on why you chose this particular outcome? How have you arrived at the conclusion that they are sincere in their intentions? What led you to place your trust in them?"

As his questions hung in the air, you could feel a collective focus shift towards you. Despite the weight of his inquiry, his tone remained gentle, devoid of judgment or hostility. It was evident that he sought to understand your motives, to unravel the layers of your decision.

"A-As a Demon Slayer, our foremost duty is to protect humans  from demons," You explained, your gaze unwavering as you spoke. "However, in my interactions with Daki, I sensed a sincerity in her desire for change. It's true that demons have caused immeasurable suffering, and I do not dismiss that reality. But I also believe that the potential for redemption isn't entirely unfounded..."

Pausing, you met the eyes of those around you, your sincerity evident. "...Perhaps it's foolish, and I fully acknowledge the risks involved. Yet, that glimpse of potential change was something I couldn't ignore! The idea of breaking the cycle of violence, even if only for a short time, compelled me to give them an opportunity."

You took another breath, your nervousness intensifying as you bared your thoughts. "I understand the doubts and concerns that this decision raises. I-I know that my perspective might not align with everyone's, but I couldn't let that chance go to waste. Maybe it's naive... and maybe it's driven by hope, but I believe that if there's even a slight chance for demons to choose a different path, it's worth exploring."

Time seemed to stretch on, and the tension seemed to thicken. Your heart raced, your palms clammy, as you awaited their response. The seconds felt like an eternity until finally, Kagaya broke the silence, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Your honesty and your willingness to explore even the smallest glimmer of change are qualities that I admire, but... it does not guarantee that they'll keep their promise. It might be an opportunity, and at the same time is a very big risk to take."

Sanemi's features contorted into a scowl as your explanation reached his ears. He couldn't contain his frustration, his anger palpable in the rigid lines of his posture and the hard gaze he directed at you. "You're being a dumbass." He interjected, his tone biting. "Demons are demons. They've wrought unimaginable suffering upon humans, countless lives lost due to their cruelty. They don't deserve redemption—they deserve punishment for the atrocities they've committed!"

His words were laced with a fervent conviction, his frustration emanating in every word. "You're putting your trust in creatures that have shown no remorse for their actions. They've taken lives, destroyed families, and ravaged entire communities! Allowing them a second chance is an insult to the memories of those who've fallen at their hands!"

Obanai's agreement resonated with Wind Hashira's sentiment. "I don't trust the Upper Moon Six, not even a bit." He stated bluntly. "Their past actions have cemented their status as enemies of humanity. The notion that they can change is naive. I have no reason to believe they won't revert to their malevolent nature."

Gyomei added his voice to the conversation. "Not only have they caused suffering, but their existence threatens to breed more chaos and despair." He rumbled, his deep voice carrying a weight of conviction. "Bringing them into our fold is a dangerous gamble... And your actions in this matter are equally questionable. By bringing them here, you've defied our principles." He then started praying. "In conclusion, you should be killed as well. You've lived a good life."

"Wh—I'm only eighteen!" You said with teary eyes.

"I said good, not long."

"(Y/N)..." Mitsuri began talking, her eyes full of sadness. "I really want to trust them as much as you do... I really do, but... the thought of changing them because you saw redemption, I think it isn't enough... They've done terrible things. Killed a lot of innocents humans... Do you think they really want to change? Are they willing to make that sacrifice to change who they've been for decades?" She felt horrible for going against you, but she was a Demon Slayer. Her job is to protect humans and make the most safest choices for the innocent ones.

Feeling the weight of their skepticism pressing upon you, you mustered the courage to defend your position. Your voice wavered only slightly as you addressed their concerns. "I understand your doubts and fears... I'm not suggesting that we forget what demons have committed. The pain and suffering they've caused is undeniable, and I share in the anger and grief that you all feel."

"Pff—doesn't look like you do." Sanemi retorted your previous comment.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you continued. "I know it sounds idealistic, and perhaps even naive, but I sensed a struggle within he—"

Sanemi's scowl deepened, his incredulity evident. "And you believe that's enough to absolve her of the countless lives she's taken?"

"No!" You replied, your voice firm. "It's not about absolution, but about offering a chance for redemption. If there's even a small possibility that a demon can turn away from their violent nature and seek a different path, isn't it worth exploring?"

Obanai's skepticism remained unyielding. "You're asking us to take an enormous risk based on a 'hint' and a 'flicker'?"

"I know it's a risk..." You admitted, your tone earnest. "And I'm not asking you to trust blindly. I'm merely suggesting that we consider the potential for change, however slim it may be. We have the opportunity to study them, to learn more about their motives and whether they truly intend to reform."

Rengoku's brow furrowed as he considered your words. "It's not just their intentions that concern me! It's the precedent this sets! Allowing demons to coexist with us sends a message that their actions can be forgiven, that they can escape the consequences of their past!"

You met his gaze, your determination unyielding. "I-I'm not advocating for a blanket forgiveness! They will need to prove themselves, to demonstrate that they are committed to change through their actions, not just words!"

As you defended your stance, Sanemi's frustration seemed to intensify with each word you spoke. His voice grew louder and more agitated as he countered your arguments. "Are you seriously fucking suggesting that we just take their word for it?" His voice rose, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think we can just trust demons, creatures that thrive on human suffering, to suddenly change their ways? That's beyond dumb!"

"I'm not saying it's easy, Sanemi! But shutting ourselves off from any possibility of change is equally dumb! You act as if I'm advocating for blind trust, but I'm not! I'm advocating for a chance!"

He scoffed, his tone dripping with cynicism. "And what if they're just playing you? What if this is all some sick game they're playing to manipulate us!?"

"Then we'll find out!" You shot back, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation. "We're demon slayers, aren't we? It's our duty to face the unknown and protect humanity. We can't let fear control us."

Sanemi's face contorted into a scowl, his eyes narrowing at you. "You're being damn naive. Your idealism will get people killed!"

Your hands clenched into fists, your patience wearing thin. "And your stubbornness will blind us to any possibility of change! You're so caught up in your anger that you can't even consider the potential for redemption!"

"Redemption? For demons?" Sanemi's voice dripped with derision. "You're deluding yourself. They deserve nothing but death for the pain they've caused!"

"Is that all you can see?!" You shouted, your voice cracking with emotion. "You're so consumed by vengeance that you can't even see beyond it! You're letting your anger cloud your judgment!"

The other Hashira looked on, a mixture of concern and unease etched onto their faces as they witnessed the heated exchange between you and Sanemi.

"You're a fucking dumbass if you think I'm just going to stand by and watch you put us all in danger—"

"..." The heated exchange between you and Sanemi finally subsided as Kagaya intervened with a gesture of silence, drawing your attention to him. Everyone seemed to hold its collective breath, the tension hanging in the air as everyone awaited his words. "Thank you all for expressing your thoughts." He began, his tone even and composed. "I can see that this matter has stirred strong emotions among you, and I appreciate your honesty."

He turned his gaze toward you, his eyes gentle and understanding. "You, (Y/N), have presented a unique perspective. While the Hashira are right to be cautious, I also believe in the potential for change, even if it is a small chance. We cannot let fear control our decisions."

The place remained hushed, the weight of his words sinking in. Kagaya then turned his attention to one of the nearby Kakushi, which happened to be Goto. "Goto. May you please bring the box in which Daki is being contained?" The mere mention of this action caused a collective murmur of alarm from the Hashira. They exchanged worried glances, concern etched onto their faces.

"Master Ubuyashiki, with all due respect, this is not a wise decision." Tomioka spoke up, his voice tinged with concern.

Shinobu agreed with him. "He's right! We cannot afford to put you in danger. The demons we face are unpredictable."

"This is not a good idea, Master!!" Sanemi raised his voice.

Obanai and Gyomei nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting their unease. Mitsuri clasped her hands together, her eyes wide with worry. The air was thick with tension as everyone voiced their shared concerns.

Kagaya's expression remained unwavering, a serene determination in his eyes. "I understand your concerns, my dear Hashira. However, I believe it is essential that we explore all possibilities, no matter how risky they may seem."

As moments stretched, Goto approached nervously with the box containing the demon, his steps cautious and deliberate. The air grew tense, and the Hashira's alertness was palpable, each of them poised to act if the situation took a dangerous turn. Even Muichiro, who had been somewhat distracted, snapped to attention, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene. Your own anxiety surged as you watched the unfolding events.

Goto carefully positioned the box, and as its lid was lifted, Daki emerged, her form shifting from a child's to her usual self. "Agh... so bright. Where am I...?" Her initial confusion gave way to shock as she took in the hostile glares of the Hashira. Though her exterior remained composed, the tension in the room was palpable, and even her bravado couldn't entirely hide her underlying nervousness. Her gaze then locked onto you, a glimmer of happiness in her eyes as she greeted you. "(Y/N)!"

"..." However, the weight of the situation was too heavy for you to reciprocate her joy, your own anxiety constricting your response.

Guided by his daughter, Kagaya shifted his focus toward Daki, his tone measured as he addressed her. "...Hello. Are you perhaps Daki, right?"

Daki's confusion lingered, but she recognized the gravity of the situation and the importance of this interaction. Her response held a cautious note. "Yes, I am..."

"Good." Kagaya's expression remained calm, yet firm. "I am Ubuyashiki Kagaya, leader of the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Oh, um... pleased to meet you...?" She said unsure, bowing a little.

Ubuyashiki's gaze remained steady as he addressed her, his tone measured but carrying an underlying curiosity. "Daki, you have claimed that you wish to change, to abandon your violent ways. Can you explain to me why?"

Daki's caution was evident in her posture and expression, her eyes flickering over the Hashira gathered around her. The intensity of their animosity bore down upon her, a palpable and unrelenting force that made her feel vulnerable. Yet, compelled by the opportunity before her, she swallowed her fear and began to answer. "I... I realized that there is more to this world than the path I've been on..." She began cautiously, her words measured and chosen carefully. "I have lived for a long time, and the cycle of violence and death that I have been a part of... It wears on me. I've done a lot of things and I've caused my fair share of it as well. I reached a point where I began to question if there was more to existence than this endless cycle."

Ubuyashiki's next question was more probing, his tone gentle yet persistent. "And what exactly convinced you that this change was possible?"

Daki's gaze flickered as she wrestled with the words. "During my interactions with (Y/N), I saw a different way of living, maybe... It's weird explaining it but somehow, I felt... human! Even if it was for short periods of times... A way that involved compassion, empathy, and a desire to protect. It made me question the beliefs I had held for so long, and for the first time... I questioned if I should keep living this way."

Kagaya nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "And what about your brother? Does he share your desire for change?"

Her gaze wavered, and a conflicted expression crossed her features. "Gyutaro... he has his own pain, his own reasons for seeking something different. I believe that he is tired of the endless battles as well, tired of the suffering."

Ubuyashiki's gaze didn't waver, his presence a calming anchor amidst the charged atmosphere of the place. "I see. Change requires conviction and effort. It's not something that can be taken lightly... Do you understand the gravity of the actions you and your brother have committed? The lives you have taken?"

"...I do! I understand that there is no way to fully make amends for the pain we've caused, but... I want to try. I want to make a change, no matter how small!" As her words hung in the air, the Hashira's hostility was almost tangible. Their anger, skepticism, and unwavering determination to uphold justice radiated from each one of them. Kagaya stood silent, as if mentally judging her words.

"...So? Do you at least trust her a bit now?!"

Some sobs were heard coming from the Wind Hashira as he covered his face with his palms. "Aw... That's so sad... Poor them..." He kept crying until he raised his head. "That's what I would say if I was a little BITCH!"

"Ugh!" You groaned at him.

The state crackled with tension, voices rising in a cacophony of conflicting opinions. Sanemi's scoff cut through the air like a blade, his disbelief palpable. "You're deluded if you think demons can change! We can't trust them, and we certainly can't risk our lives for them."

Gyomei's deep voice resonated with unwavering conviction. "Demons have caused immense suffering. Trusting them is a grave mistake."

Obanai's voice dripped with cynicism as he added, "And you'd have us believe that suddenly they're different? Oh please, spare us the fairy tale."

Shinobu's tone was measured but resolute. "We should approach this cautiously. Blind trust is as dangerous as blind hatred."

Rengoku's flames of determination burned brightly. "Our responsibility is to protect! Not to take unnecessary risks. We can't afford to be naive!"

The arguments collided, words clashing like swords in a battlefield of ideals. Your frustration flared, your voice rising above the fray. "Enough! You're all so focused on the past that you're ignoring the chance for change right in front of you."

Sanemi's eyes flashed with anger. "Change, (Y/N)? You're gambling with our freaking lives for some impossible hope! You're the one who is wrong!"

"Impossible hope?" You shot back, your voice laced with fiery determination. "You'd rather keep things this way? With a lot of people dying everyday rather than explore the potential for a better future?"

Tengen patience wore thin as he bellowed. "This isn't about hope or hate. It's about reality. Demons are creatures of darkness."

Tomioka's skepticism cut like a knife. "...You're asking us to ignore everything we know."

"I understand what you mean, (Y/N)..." Mitsuri's concern was evident in her voice. "But we can't ignore the risks involved."

Muichiro's conviction blazed as he stated. "Our duty is clear: to eliminate the demons that threaten humans."

Your frustration bubbled over, and your words carried an intensity that matched the heated debate. "D-Don't you see? We're fighting a losing battle if we don't change our approach! We have the upper moon 6 at our doorstep, offering a chance for an alliance that could turn the tide! Come on!! We can't pass this up, you guys!"

Sanemi's voice dripped with sarcasm. "So, what?! We just forget the lives they've taken? The lives they've destroyed?!"

"I-I..."

"Well?!" Sanemi grew impatient. "I'm waiting for your fucking response! Are you just not going to say anything, dumbass?!"

"Sanemi, language." Kagaya reminded him.

"But of course not!" You shot back, your voice unyielding. "If we can save lives moving forward, isn't that worth considering?"

Gyomei's patience was exhausted, his voice a thunderous roar. "Your idealism blinds you to the reality of our mission."

Uzui's eyes narrowed as he challenged, "And what if they betray us?"

"Then we fight back!" You replied, your tone resolute. "But if there's a chance—a small chance—that they're sincere, isn't it worth trying?"

"Dear..." Shinobu's voice was tinged with doubt. "Your heart is in the right place, but this is a dangerous risk."

The room reverberated with the intensity of the debate, a clash of convictions that seemed unyielding. Frustration surged through you, and your voice rang out. "We can't stay trapped in our own fears forever! Stop being a bunch of pussies! Many innocent people keep dying because we don't change our ways! Hashiras keep dying! As well as demon slayers because our methods remain the same! We can't keep following the same path and expecting different results! We must take this chance! If Muzan is defeated, all the demons will die because of their blood connections with him!! Isn't that like a super chance for us?! So why not use this at our advantage?! If we fight along daki and gyutaro, we'll have more oportunities!"

"But you—" Shinazugawa was quick to interrupt you but you didn't let him.

"Call me whatever you want! I might be selfish, yeah but this plan is so fucking beneficial for us! If you want, you can kill me! I don't care! But please don't let this opportunity go to waste just because you're all afraid of changing! I know this isn't easy but come on!!! Life isn't all rainbows and butterflies! Daki here has good intentions! And we can use that to defeat Muzan!" You felt like vomiting at this point. "I trust her and Gyutaro with all my heart! I trust them! In this fucking battle of humans against demons—I'm on the side of humanity! And that that includes humans AND good demons! S-So go ahead, berate me, scoff at me, call me naive," You challenged, your voice unwavering. "But I won't apologize for believing in the possibility of change!!"

Your argument with the Hashira reached a fever pitch. Voices clashed, tempers flared, and the place seemed to vibrate with tension. The weight of your convictions bore down on you, and the realization that the fate of Daki and Gyutaro rested heavily on your shoulders made your heart race erratically. You couldn't let them be condemned after you had believed in their potential for change! Your desperation and determination fueled your words, each one laced with a plea for understanding and a fervent belief in the possibility of redemption.

But as the heated exchange continued, a heavy cloud of distress settled over you. Your skin felt clammy, and your hands trembled with the weight of your emotions. The state seemed to spin, and a wave of dizziness threatened to engulf you. This wasn't how you had imagined things would go. You hadn't anticipated the intensity of the opposition, the depth of anger directed towards your stance. The realization that your words might not be enough gnawed at you, filling you with a sense of helplessness.

"..." Amidst the turmoil, Daki watched with a heavy heart. Guilt washed over her as she witnessed the chaos unfold, all because of her presence. She hadn't wanted this, hadn't wanted anyone to suffer on her behalf. Anxiety clawed at her insides, her hands trembling as she clutched at her clothes. She couldn't let you bear this burden alone, couldn't let you suffer because of her.

And then, in a moment of quiet determination, she moved. The Hashira tensed and all of them stopped arguing, their hands inching towards their swords in anticipation of a threat. But to their astonishment, Daki sank to her knees, her body bowing low until her forehead touched the cold floor. A hushed stillness fell, a collective breath caught in everyone's throat.

Kagaya's eyebrows lifted in surprise. He wondered what could have happened. "My daughters." He addressed them, his voice calm yet filled with curiosity. "What is happening right now?"

Nichika and Hinaki, stepped forward as one, their voices blending as they offered an explanation. "The demon Daki has chosen to bow before you, Father."

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"I-I'm... I'm sorry..." Daki murmured, her fists clenching. Her voice trembled, choked with emotion as she began to speak. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her words seemed to carry the weight of her regrets. "I'm... I'm so sorry!" She stammered, each word punctuated by a shaky breath.

"I know... I know that this is all my fault," Daki continued, her voice breaking as the floodgates of remorse opened. "Every life we've shattered, every innocent we've devoured... I'm sorry, truly sorry for it all." The torment of her past deeds was etched into her voice, a poignant reminder of the lives she had torn apart.

Her words came faster, tumbling out with an urgency that spoke of the weight she carried. "I'm not deluded about who I am. A demon, a monster. What I've done is beyond redemption." The rawness of her admission was palpable, as if her very soul was laid bare in front of the judgmental eyes of the hashira.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice quivering with a mixture of pain and regret. "I understand if you don't believe me, if you despise me. I'll not force any of you to accept me if you don't want it. I-I understand..." Her voice cracked, and her hands clenched into fists as if trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. "You can do anything you want to me... You can punish me, torture me, kill me... I won't resist."

"I'll lay bare everything I know about Muzan! Anything that might be useful to you!" Daki's voice grew stronger, fueled by a desperation to convey her sincerity. "I'll share everything, even if it means sealing my fate." Her gaze remained lowered, as if she was unworthy to meet anyone's eyes.

"But... but please, I beg of you," Her voice trembled, and her gaze flicked up, locking onto your stunned expression.

...

"Spare (Y/N)!! Don't punish her! Don't k-kill her, please!!" Her plea was fraught with vulnerability, a plea from the depths of her heart. "She doesn't deserve the consequences of my choices! It's all my fault! She's got nothing to do with this! I forced her into helping me! I'll bear it all, every sin I've committed! So please, don't do anything to her!"

"I want to change," Daki's voice wavered, the intensity of her desire almost tangible. "To escape Muzan's grasp and help my b-brother..." Her tears fell freely, mixing with the rawness in her voice.

"I had a shitty life, shitty people in it but, I know it doesn't excuse what I've done," Daki's voice cracked, the pain of her past etched into every syllable. "I'll take the blame for everything, but please, please, please! Don't make (Y/N) suffer for my actions! That's the only thing I ask f-for..." She stopped talking as she stammered herself on her own tears. How pathetic. An upper moon demon, crying her eyes out like a little kid. She promised to herself and her brother that she'll be more independent but it looks like all she can do is cry pathetically at this crucial moment.

...

The unexpected speech from Daki left everyone in the room stunned, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. A profound silence enveloped the chamber, broken only by the sound of her sobs echoing through the room. Each person present was taken aback, their eyes fixed on the demon who had just bared her soul in such a raw and vulnerable manner.

"..." Ubuyashiki's gaze remained steady. He turned his attention towards his daughters, a calm but resolute determination in his eyes. "Nichika, Hinaki," He addressed them softly, his voice carrying an air of authority and compassion. "Bring me closer to Daki, please."

"Alright, father."

"...!" The collective gasp from the Hashira filled the room, their apprehension palpable.

"Master! Don't get close to her! What if she tries something?!" Sanemi asked worried. Urgent pleas and worried protests filled the air, their concern for their master's safety evident.

Yet, "It's okay." Ubuyashiki seemed undeterred, as if driven by an innate sense of trust.

Ignoring their concerns, he allowed his daughters to guide him towards the sobbing demon. The Hashira watched, a mix of disbelief and astonishment etched across their faces. What was he thinking? Were his actions rash? They were paralyzed by the notion of their revered leader placing himself in such close proximity to a demon, a creature they had spent their lives hunting.

As Ubuyashiki knelt before Daki, the tension in the room seemed to grow impossibly thicker. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle and filled with compassion. "Daki," He called to her softly, his tone carrying a warmth that was foreign to her ears.

"..." She only kept crying with her head down.

"Daki, please, raise your head."

The demon's sobs quieted as she looked up, her tear-stained face betraying confusion. His words were like a lifeline in the storm of emotions swirling around her. She raised herself slightly, her reddened eyes locking onto his form.

In the midst of this intense moment, he spoke with a kindness that defied the situation. "You and your brother... you've lived through unimaginable hardships, haven't you?"

Daki's voice was soft, barely audible as she confirmed. "Yes... we have..."

Ubuyashiki's gaze never wavered as he continued, his words laced with a deep empathy. "I can't begin to fathom the difficulties you've endured." The weight of his words seemed to hang heavily in the air, filling the room with an unspoken understanding.

Silence followed his words, allowing his message to settle between them. And then, almost imperceptibly, his hand began to rise, his fingers reaching out as if to bridge the gap between them. Daki tensed, unsure of what was to come. Was this a trap? A test of her sincerity? She held her breath, awaiting his next move.

With a gentle touch, his hand settled upon her head, his fingers caressing her hair in a gesture of comfort. It was a stark contrast to the violence she had known, a moment of unexpected tenderness that left her utterly bewildered.

"There, there..." His words were a soothing balm, soothing the tumultuous storm within her. The vulnerability in her gaze was met with a calm reassurance in his, a testament to the strength of his character. "I'm sorry for everything you and Gyutaro had to go through... I'm sure both of you, are very nice people."

"...!" Tears welled in her eyes, her breath hitching as she struggled to comprehend the compassion she was being shown. The warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his words—it was a stark contrast to the cruelty she had known under Muzan's rule.

The place, once filled with tension and dissent, now hung suspended in a surreal tableau. The Hashira, who had been poised for battle, watched in astonishment as their master offered solace to a demon.

As his hand withdrew, Daki found herself blinking back tears, her emotions swirling in a maelstrom within her chest. His next words were a revelation, a beacon of hope in a sea of doubt. "I'll trust you and your brother, Daki..." He declared, his unwavering belief resonating with a newfound clarity. "I'll allow both of you to work with the Demon slayer Corps... Your words have won me over. Is that alright with you?"

A symphony of gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire among the Hashira, their shock and disbelief echoing off the chamber walls. Ubuyashiki's decision was a revelation, a testament to his unwavering belief in the possibility of change.

Daki's voice quivered as she choked back sobs, her gratitude spilling forth. "Yes! Y-Yes! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Her words were a heartfelt exclamation, a cascade of emotion that poured forth without restraint.

"...No problem. You're a good girl, okay?" Ubuyashiki smiled as he stopped carresing her head and stood up. Those words made Daki emotional.

Oh god, she felt like he was a father figure now. A waterfall fell down her eyes again. "WAHHHH—IM SORRRYYYY! IM SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!! AND THANK YOU SOOO MUCHHHHH!!"

A faint chuckle escaped from his lips as he watched Daki's emotional outpouring. Her gratitude, though fervent, seemed a bit exaggerated to him. He nodded as he spoke, his tone light but purposeful. "I'll accept you, Daki. However, we must proceed with the votes of the Hashira. It's through this process that we'll determine whether you two will be granted the chance to continue living."

The weight of his words was like an anchor dragging you deeper into a pit of anxiety. The reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks—Kagaya might have accepted Daki's plea, but her fate still rested in the hands of the Hashira. The surroundings seemed to close in around you, your heart racing, your breath shallow.

Your emotions swirled in a turbulent storm—fear, hope, and dread battling for dominance. The sweat forming on your forehead felt icy against your skin, and your trembling hands clung to each other, as if seeking solace and grounding amidst the chaos within you.

Ubuyashiki's voice cut through your internal turmoil, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to your inner chaos. "Please, raise your hand and state your opinion." He prompted, his words a call to action. The silence that followed was palpable, each heartbeat drumming in your ears. You couldn't bring yourself to look up, your gaze fixated on the ground as if it held the answers you desperately sought.

The tension in the air seemed almost suffocating, like a heavy fog that refused to lift. A sea of emotions, unspoken words, and uncertainties swirled around the room, creating an atmosphere of unease.

Then, a faint whisper broke the silence—soft, almost hesitant. "Someone raised their hand." Came the unified voices of Nichika and Hinaki, their announcement like a distant echo.

Ubuyashiki's attention turned to the affirmation. "Who was it?"

"Tomioka Giyuu." Both girls said. At the mention of his name, everyone waited for him to voice his opinion.

His eyes remained closed, a veil of contemplation draped over his features. It was as if he was immersed in a silent deliberation, wrestling with the weight of his decision. His eyes slowly opened, revealing a face as stoic and composed as ever. The gravity of the moment seemed to hang in the air as he finally spoke, his voice steady and unwavering.

"I vote in favor of letting them live."

"WHAT?!" The simultaneous outburst from you and Sanemi reflected the shock that rippled through the room. Sanemi's response was laced with bitter cynicism, a sarcastic comment that oozed skepticism. "Of course. The one who allowed the Kamado girl in the first place will allow something like this."

Tomioka's expression remained unmoved by his retort. He disregarded the jibe, his focus solely on the matter at hand. "I'm not certain if they are worthy of our trust, but I am willing to grant them a chance." He continued, his voice low yet resolute. "Change is necessary, like (Y/N). If we persist in our current ways, the cycle of tragedy will endure."

"..." You found yourself clenching your teeth, struggling to process the unexpected alignment of Tomioka's viewpoint with yours. The realization sent shockwaves through you, mingling with a tinge of disbelief.

The proceedings continued as Nichika's voice broke the silence once more, her words carrying a sense of formality. "Kanroji Mitsuri has raised her hand." She announced, drawing everyone's attention to the next vote.

"Well, uh, um..." Mitsuri's demeanor underwent a noticeable transformation, shedding her usual bubbly facade for a more composed and serious expression. Her voice, usually characterized by its cheerfulness, took on a new resonance, carrying a tone of maturity and gravity. "I am in favor of granting them a chance as well." She declared, her words carefully chosen and well-articulated. "...While it is undeniable that they, as demons, have committed grievous wrongs, the willingness to recognize their past and strive for redemption is something in my opinion, so admirable and cool! Not everyone possesses the strength to seek such change!" Mitsuri's cheeks flushed with a light hue of embarrassment, her gaze shifting toward Daki. "I-If I may inquire, do you and your brother have a last name?"

Daki's response held a sense of quiet vulnerability, her voice soft yet steady. "When we were humans, our last name was Shabana."

Mitsuri's demeanor shifted once more, her signature cheerful smile returning with an added touch of determination. "Well then!" She exclaimed, her voice regaining its familiar warmth. "Kanroji Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, is firmly standing and rooting for the Shabana siblings! Best of luck to you both!" Her peace sign and encouraging words painted a bright contrast against the weighty atmosphere, leaving Daki touched and teary-eyed by the unexpected show of support.

"Koucho Shinobu has raised her hand."

Her voice cut through the tension, her words deliberate and reflective. "I must admit that my trust in demons is virtually nonexistent." She began, her gaze shifting to Daki. "But your words have struck a chord within me." She turned her attention to you, a subtle nod of acknowledgment evident in her demeanor. "It's true, life is not just rainbows and butterflies. I've seen too much pain caused by demons to easily embrace this notion." She paused, her fingers delicately touching the hilt of her weapon. "However, I am willing to give you a chance. Your plea for change, though it comes from a demon's mouth, carries a glimmer of sincerity." A hint of reluctant respect laced her voice as she concluded, "If you're serious about your intentions, then perhaps this could be an opportunity to mend the wounds that have run deep for so long." A sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "And perhaps~ having an upper demon to study up close will indeed provide some invaluable insights. Blood samples can be quite enlightening."

Sanemi's hand rose next, his stance firm and his expression a mix of irritation and defiance. "I'm opposed." He declared bluntly, his gaze piercing as it locked onto Daki. "I don't agree with it. No way in hell am I trusting demons. And just because you talk fancy doesn't mean I'm buying into your act." His tone was sharp, but there was a flicker of something beneath the surface, an emotion that defied easy interpretation.

Gyomei's hand joined the others, his posture resolute and unwavering. His voice carried a weight of conviction as he stated his stance. "I am also not in favor," he proclaimed, his deep voice resonating with a sense of unshakable belief. "The path of a demon is one paved with suffering and darkness. To think that it can be turned around so easily is a risk I am not willing to take."

Rengoku's vote followed, his hand raised with a sense of unwavering determination. "I'M IN FAVOR!" He affirmed, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the somber atmosphere. "While trust may be hard to come by, the possibility of redemption is a light that should never be extinguished! We've seen the potential for change even in the darkest of times! I believe that everyone, regardless of their past, deserves a second chance! Furthermore, having them join our cause might indeed provide us with an opportunity to save more lives in the long run!"

Obanai's hand remained by his side, his expression stoic and resolute as he spoke his decision. "I am not in favor." He stated plainly, his voice holding a note of unwavering resolve. His gaze remained fixed, his eyes revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

"I'm not in favor either." Muichiro's hand remained untouched, his stance relaxed as he softly voiced his thoughts. "I'll probably forget anyway," He admitted with a casual shrug, his words reflecting his carefree and often absent-minded demeanor. His lack of commitment to the decision seemed almost endearingly typical of him.

Anticipation and tension tangling together as all eyes turned to Tengen, the final arbiter of Daki's and Gyutaro's fate.

The room seemed to hold its collective breath, the gravity of his decision palpable.

In favor were Tomioka, Mitsuri, Shinobu and Rengoku.

Not in favor were Sanemi, Gyomei, Obanai and Muichiro.

With deliberate poise, Tengen lifted his head, his gaze meeting Daki's unwaveringly. In that moment, time seemed to stretch, the weight of his choice evident in the furrow of his brows and the intensity of his stare. The silence was deafening, the air charged with expectation.

And then, the words broke through the stillness, like a crack in a dam releasing pent-up emotions.

"...I'm in favor of letting them live." The declaration hung in the air, reverberating through the room and resonating in the hearts of those present. Your eyes widened in shock, the impact of his decision cascading over you like a wave.

Uzui's voice, as always, carried a unique blend of candor and wisdom, cutting through the tension with his frank assessment. "Look, let's not kid ourselves, it was a hell of a brawl we had with these two. They damn near took down my Tsugukos and my wives." His words held a weight that spoke of personal loss and struggle. "But here's the thing, I can't ignore the signs of change, no matter how damn unexpected they might be." As Uzui spoke, his voice wavered between skepticism and a begrudging acknowledgment of the possibility before him. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, a subtle glint of mischief in his eyes as he directed his gaze towards you. "But hey, (Y/N), you've got that stubborn determination in your eyes. And I've learned one thing—never underestimate that spark in someone's spirit."

"YAYY! (Y/N)! DID YOU HEARD THAT?! I'M NOT DYING YET!!" Daki cutely cheered, making a little dance out of joy. "THANK YOUUU! YIPPEEE!"

"uhh..." The verdict had been delivered—five hashira in favor, four opposed—a fragile balance that had tilted in favor of an unexpected opportunity for Daki and Gyutaro. It should have been a moment of triumph, of jubilation, yet an unshakable unease gnawed at your heart, dampening the elation that should have surged through you.

Kagaya's composed voice cut through the lingering tension, his words a balm to the room's collective uncertainty. "Very well, the trial has come to an end. Five in favor and four opposed." His measured tone held a quiet satisfaction, an acknowledgment of the deliberation that had taken place. "Thank you all for assisting."

The imaginary spotlight shifted, illuminating the demon as Kagaya addressed her directly. Her exuberance was infectious, a stark contrast to the somber deliberations that had unfolded moments before. "Daki."

Her dancing ceased as she turned her attention to the master, a mixture of enthusiasm and determination written across her features. "Y-Yes?"

"I expect great things from you and Gyutaro." Kagaya stated with an air of expectation, his gaze conveying both hope and a touch of sternness. The weight of his words hung in the air, a reminder of the responsibility that came with the chance they had been given.

"I'll not disappoint any of you!" She said, a cute smile on her face. The sudden appearance of Goto, signaling the end of her momentary respite, elicited a groan from Daki. "Ughh! I hate this." Reluctantly, she complied, retreating into the box. Goto's quick departure seemed almost comical, his elation apparent in the imaginary stars that seemed to trail him out of happiness that everything went well for you.

Then, Kagaya's attention shifted, his gaze settling on you with an intensity that made you start. The abruptness of his call pulled you from your thoughts, your gaze meeting his in a moment of surprise. "(Y/N)." His voice held a curious lilt, a hint of concern evident as he spoke your name. "Before ending, is there something you'd like to say, perhaps?"

...

Time seemed to suspend as Kagaya's inquiry hung in the air, his gaze expectant and compassionate all at once. Your mind raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that clamored for your attention. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest, a deafening rhythm that echoed your inner turmoil. The place around you blurred, the hashira's figures mere smudges of color and form as your focus narrowed onto Kagaya's face.

A tremor coursed through you as his words finally registered, and you snapped into motion almost instinctively. Your body dipped forward in a quick, respectful bow, a gesture that seemed to bridge the gap between your emotions and the reality of the moment. The place intensity seemed to close in around you, the words you needed to say tangling in your throat like a knot.

"Th-thank you, Master Ubuyashiki..." Your voice wavered, teetering on the precipice of shock and gratitude. "Thank you, all of you hashira..." You turned your gaze toward the assembled pillars, your eyes taking in the diverse array of expressions, from resolute to contemplative. The weight of their decision pressed upon you, and you felt a lump form in your throat as your voice grew softer.

"You've all been through so much... I know this isn't easy, and I'm just... really grateful that Daki and Gyutaro will have a chance to live. Thank you for giving them that chance." You blinked rapidly, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You felt your composure slipping, your voice now a stammering whisper. "I-I mean, I know they did bad things... but people can change, right? And I just... I'm so sorry if I caused any trouble or if I made anyone uncomfortable. I-I just wanted to do something right, and I know it's not for me to decide, but I'm glad I could at least... I could at least try."

Kagaya's chuckle broke through your stammering words, and you looked up to see his gentle smile, a reassurance that cut through the haze of your anxiety. His response was like a lifeline, a tether grounding you amidst the overwhelming storm of emotions. "You did nothing wrong, (Y/N)," His voice held a quiet certainty, a kindness that resonated deeply. "Your compassion is a trait to be admired. You brought forth a perspective that we needed to consider."

With that, Kagaya rose, and the air seemed to shift as the atmosphere relaxed. He nodded to his daughters, Nichika and Hinaki, who promptly moved to assist him.

"Thank you all for assisting. Goodbye." As Kagaya and his daughters made their exit, the weight of the decision that had just been made hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to waver between triumph and uncertainty.

"Tch—" Your attention shifted toward the sound of a scoff, a reaction that caught you by surprise. You turned your head, your eyes meeting Sanemi's figure. His demeanor was an enigma. His gaze held a kind of detachment that seemed almost at odds with the heated argument that had consumed the room just moments ago. His lips curled into a disdainful expression, but instead of launching into another round of verbal sparring, he simply turned on his heel and began to walk away.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, taken aback by his unexpected response. You had braced yourself for more anger, more harsh words, but his abrupt departure left you feeling perplexed.

You found yourself rising to your feet almost instinctively. Your gaze was drawn upward, your eyes fixed on the sky as if searching for answers among the wisps of clouds.

"(Y/N)...? Is something wrong?" Mitsuri's voice broke through your reverie, her tone laced with genuine concern. Her words made everyone look at you in curiosity, even Sanemi turned his head to see what happened.

...

'...I did it... I saved Daki and Gyutaro...'

As the weight of the decision and the intensity of the moment finally began to ebb away, a rush of emotions surged within you. The adrenaline that had kept you going through the heated arguments and the anxious anticipation now seemed to drain from your body, leaving you feeling drained and disoriented.

A dull throb echoed in your temples, your head pulsating as if it were being squeezed.

Your vision swayed, the world around you becoming a blur of shapes and colors.

The air felt heavy, as if you were struggling to breathe properly.

Your heart raced erratically, its rhythm out of sync with the moment.

You could feel the sweat breaking out on your skin, your palms clammy and your clothes sticking to your body.

A sensation of being trapped overwhelmed you, and a rush of panic surged through your veins. It was as if all the anxiety you had been suppressing had finally found an outlet, and your body was responding with an overwhelming rush of panic. Your thoughts jumbled together, unable to form coherent sentences.

"I..." You tried to speak, to let someone know what was happening, but the words caught in your throat, twisted and mangled by the intensity of your emotions. "Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

The state seemed to spin around you, and you reached out to steady yourself, grasping onto the nearest surface.

Your legs trembled beneath you, threatening to give way at any moment.

It felt as if the ground was shifting beneath your feet, and you struggled to find your balance.

Damn, why was it so hot?

It wasn't that sunny but you felt as if you were burning.

You felt that if you kept standing right there,

You'll melt right away—

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" Shinobu asked concerned.

After some seconds that seemed like an eternity, you finally managed to utter some words.

"I...I'm... I'm going to die..." Were the last words you said before you fainted. Your body being caught by the nearest person around. That person being Sanemi, who caught you right in time before your body could even collapse into the hard ground.

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Taisho Secrets~

- Goto has a crush on Ozaki. After visiting you together on chapter #31, he, her and Murata became closer friends, like a trio. Some time passed, and Goto fell for Ozaki's charms. She's not aware of this but Murata is, making it into an habit to tease him about his silly crush. Also, Goto sees you as a little sister.

- Out of all the Hashira, the one that Daki liked the most was Mitsuri. She also really liked Kagaya.

- Nichika and Hinaki were amused (excited—) to see you again since they know you as the girl who defeated lower moon five with a frying pan. They often joke about it on their free time—making assumptions and imitating how they think they events unfolded.

Xoxo, azamishomie.