"Boring. Your neck isn't here, is it?"Lucas pursed his lips in frustration as he stared at Enmu, whose body had just regenerated again.That was always the troublesome thing about demons—you had to sever their necks to kill them. Any other injury, no matter how deep or devastating, was only temporary. And Enmu was no exception.Even slicing him in half would only buy a moment. If Lucas truly wanted to end this fight, he needed to find Enmu's neck. The problem was that Enmu's body had merged with the Infinity Train, making things much more complicated.In the original storyline, it was Inosuke's unique spatial perception ability that allowed Tanjiro to pinpoint the location of Enmu's neck. Fortunately, Lucas also had a form of spatial perception—perhaps even more refined.Sheathing his Nichirin blade, Lucas brought his palms together and closed his eyes. A wave of invisible energy pulsed outward from his body—spatial fluctuations that traveled through the entire Infinity Train like sonar.Every curve, every joint, every piece of steel—he could sense it.Within seconds, he found what he was looking for.Enmu's neck was located near the junction of the fuel carriage—deep within the train's core.Lucas's eyes snapped open.Found it.Without hesitation, he leapt into action.Although Enmu had fused with the train, the process wasn't yet complete. His core—his neck—was still immobile. If Lucas acted quickly, he could sever it before Enmu gained the ability to relocate it.As Lucas bolted toward the target, Enmu's expression twisted into panic.Not only had this swordsman managed to evade his Blood Demon Art repeatedly, but now he was heading directly toward his most vulnerable point.Impossible! How does he know about the neck? No one should know! Not unless…Enmu's mind raced. The integration with the train had been part of his long-planned strategy. Apart from Muzan, who could read his thoughts directly, no one else should know where his neck was.Yet Lucas did."Bang—bang—bang!"In desperation, Enmu summoned a wave of monstrous bodies—dozens of purplish-red torsos burst through the roof of the train cars, rushing to intercept Lucas.Each torso bore grotesque eyes, marked with the kanji for dream, positioned to cover every possible path Lucas might take.Enmu still believed in his Blood Demon Art. He couldn't fathom how or why it had failed so far, but he was sure it would work—eventually.Clang!Lucas sliced through one of the torsos cleanly. Enmu watched, expecting his technique to take effect—hoping for that moment of pause as Lucas fell into a dream.But it never came.Enmu's eyes widened in shock as realization dawned.Lucas was breaking out of the dreams. Instantly. Repeatedly.At first, there had been brief flickers—microseconds of hesitation where the illusion took hold. But now, Lucas's reactions were so refined that his body didn't even flinch when attacked by Enmu's techniques.Enmu's Blood Demon Art had become utterly ineffective.This boy… he wasn't just skilled—he was experienced. Like someone who had seen through everything Enmu had to offer.The truth was horrifying.Each time Lucas was pulled into a dream, he immediately committed suicide within the illusion—decapitating himself to snap back to reality. Over and over again, without the slightest hesitation.To willingly kill yourself, even in a dream, required immense mental fortitude. But to do it repeatedly without flinching? That was something else entirely.Who was this boy?Lucas was now only meters away from Enmu's neck.In a panic, Enmu conjured wave after wave of writhing purple flesh, the grotesque tissue growing rapidly from the train's walls and ceiling, surging toward Lucas like a living tide.They clawed and thrashed at him, aiming to drag him down, to slow him just enough.And they succeeded, to some extent—Lucas's advance slowed slightly as he carved his way through the tide.But that small victory brought Enmu no comfort.His integration with the train was being delayed. Every second he spent using his Blood Demon Art, conjuring these fleshy limbs, sapped precious energy and diverted focus from the fusion process."Sleep!"A severed hand emerged from the top of the carriage, its grotesque mouth opening as it cast another spell toward Lucas.This time, the spell was uninterrupted.The hypnotic whisper echoed across the train, and Lucas's movements faltered ever so slightly.Enmu's eyes lit up.Yes! Got him!But the celebration was short-lived.Just seconds later, Lucas's eyes opened again. Sharp. Focused. Awake.He had severed himself from the illusion yet again."I'm almost there," Lucas muttered, dusting his uniform off casually. "I'm done playing with you."He could sense it—the steel panels beneath his feet, the heavy mechanical hum of the fuel carriage. More importantly, the demonic energy concentrated in that one spot was overwhelming.He had arrived.Suddenly, lightning sparked in his pupils.A storm had begun to gather around Lucas.Golden arcs of electricity crackled along his body and blade, growing denser with every breath he took.In the briefest moment of calm before the storm, Lucas vanished from sight.His figure exploded forward in a brilliant flash, too fast for Enmu to track. The fleshy tide surged around him, desperately trying to swallow him, but Lucas was already gone—nothing more than a streak of light flashing through the darkness.Small golden sparks flew through every crevice in the wall of flesh."Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"Lucas's voice echoed like a war cry.His body, carried by the power of lightning, tore through the nightmare like a divine bolt. Flesh strips exploded around him, the wave of attacks rendered meaningless by sheer speed and precision.Even time seemed to slow.All around him, the train, the limbs, the eyes—everything froze. All that moved was his glowing blade, streaking forward like a comet in the dark.One clean line.One goal.Then—he reached it.The junction point. The core. Enmu's neck.Lucas's Nichirin blade, wrapped in arcs of golden lightning, descended directly upon it.But Enmu wasn't finished yet.BOOM!At the last second, massive clumps of purplish-black flesh erupted from the walls. They formed a barrier in front of Enmu's neck—thick, oily, and almost metallic in texture.These weren't ordinary flesh strips. They were dense, armored, and constantly writhing—almost alive.As Lucas's blade struck, the barrier expanded, attempting to engulf the sword and trap it mid-swing.The impact sent shockwaves through the carriage, but Lucas's face didn't change.His lightning flared brighter.Crackle—Zzzap!"Thunder Breathing, Third Form: Swarm of Hornets!"Lucas roared as the golden lightning along his blade split into countless miniature arcs. Like a swarm of angry hornets, they penetrated the hard exterior of the flesh, attacking from the inside.Each arc, though small, was deadly—piercing the tissue with surgical precision, destroying the regenerative core from within.The flesh barrier began to crack.Enmu howled in rage, thrashing through the train like a beast trapped in its own lair.He couldn't regenerate fast enough.He couldn't stop it.The luster on the armored flesh dulled. The oily membrane tore. The resistance weakened.Clang!At that moment, the world stood still.With a clean, unstoppable swing, Lucas's blade sliced through the final layer of defense.Enmu's neck, fused into the structure of the train, was exposed—and then destroyed.Golden lightning exploded outward in every direction, engulfing the junction in a blinding flash.Enmu screamed in agony.His voice echoed through the steel walls of the Infinity Train, shaking the cars and startling the unconscious passengers. His body, still fused with the machinery, began to collapse.The monstrous limbs stopped moving.The eyes faded.The flesh shriveled and disintegrated into ash.One final screech tore through the train, and then—Silence.Enmu, Lower Moon One, was dead.Lucas stood in the center of the wreckage, breathing calmly. His blade hummed with residual energy, golden sparks still dancing along the edge."Annoying until the very end," he muttered, wiping blood from his cheek.Far off in another carriage, Tanjiro stirred in his sleep, groaning softly. Soon, the others would awaken too.But for now, the nightmare had ended.
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