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The battle at the Swordsmith Village blazed on, chaos and danger thick in the air.
Dragged into the forest by the flying demon Karaku, Tanjiro fought while desperately thinking of a way back to the village. Leaving Nezuko and Genya alone to face three Upper Moons weighed heavily on him—he couldn't stop worrying.
But the worse things got, the more Tanjiro's instincts sharpened. Watching Karaku soar overhead, he came up with a risky idea: pretend to flee, grab onto the demon's claws, and use his flight to return.
Meanwhile, the situation where Nezuko and Genya fought had turned dire.
Genya had been impaled by Aizetsu's spear, blood pouring from the wound. Nezuko, even in her demonized state, had been pinned down by Karaku's fan, unable to move. In raw strength, even demon Nezuko couldn't match the split bodies of the Upper Moon.
And then things got worse.
With a brutal kick, Karaku's foot drove straight through Nezuko's stomach.
Across countless worlds watching the battle through the projection, hearts shattered. Outrage erupted.
"Damn you, fan demon!""You bastard! What the hell did you just do?!""How could you hurt sweet Nezuko-chan like that?!""Come here, coward! If you were in front of me, I'd kill you with my bare hands!"
Nezuko's cuteness had already captured the hearts of countless fans across the worlds—both weaklings and powerhouses alike. But even the strongest could only rage from their seats; they couldn't reach through the screen to land a blow.
Then the tide shifted.
Just as Karaku moved to rip off her arm, Nezuko burst back to life.
Sanji from One Piece: "Ooooooh! Nezuko-chan fights back!"Miroku from Inuyasha: "Serves you right, demon! Don't underestimate her!"
To the cheers of countless gentlemen, Nezuko unleashed a vicious upward kick, shattering Karaku's jaw. Her blood ignited, burning fiercely with her Blood Demon Art. As the demon howled in pain, she snatched his fan, gave it a single swing, and sent him flying.
The smooth, relentless flow of her counterattack brought thunderous cheers across the multiverse.
But victory was fleeting.
As Nezuko turned to finish Aizetsu, his lightning staff struck first, piercing straight through her throat.
"Noooo!"
Fans who had just been celebrating now screamed in anguish.
"Damn it, she was so close!""Someone—anyone—please save her!""But there's only Genya left, and he's half-dead!""Wait—Genya's not dead yet?!""His fighting skills are weak, sure, but that guy's named right—his life force is ridiculous, like a demon himself!""Still, toughing it out won't change this situation!"
Just as despair began to spread—
Boom!
The window shattered.
Tanjiro crashed in, slamming Karaku down, bringing a spark of hope.
And he didn't waste the moment. Calmly analyzing the battlefield, he made his move: he used Karaku's claw to cut off the lightning current, slashed through Aizetsu's tongue, and yanked the staff out of Nezuko's throat—all in one seamless motion.
Perfectly executed… except for one thing. Aizetsu's regeneration was faster than expected.
But it didn't matter—Nezuko was back on her feet. With the siblings working together, beating Aizetsu shouldn't have been difficult.
Shouldn't have been.
But battles never go as planned.
Before they could finish him, Karaku returned, slamming his fan downward.
Boom!
A crushing wind pinned Tanjiro and Nezuko to the ground, driving them deep into the earth. Both siblings' eyes rolled back—they were out cold.
The battlefield had never looked more desperate.
"Tanjiro's gonna die! He's really gonna die this time!""Don't die, Tanjirouuu!!!"
Zenitsu and Inosuke screamed in panic.
"Don't jump to conclusions!" Tengen, the Sound Hashira, barked, holding the two back. "Tanjiro may be unconscious for the moment, but Nezuko's still moving. And you two, of all people, should know better than anyone how strong he really is. Trust them!"
"…Yeah."
Under Tengen's firm words, Zenitsu and Inosuke finally quieted.
On the screen, Nezuko recovered first thanks to her demon body, hoisting her brother onto her back and running. Lightning spears rained down from Aizetsu, tearing apart everything in their path. Nezuko dodged most, but not all—yet one strike jolted Tanjiro awake. He quickly switched roles, carrying her instead as they fled together.
The sight of the siblings supporting each other stirred the hearts of everyone watching. Maybe—just maybe—they had a chance.
But Karaku's storm winds weren't done. The crushing blast blew them clear out of the house into open ground.
Dust swirled, their last cover.
Then—flames flickered.
Conan: "Look! Tanjiro's blade—it's turning red, thanks to Nezuko's Blood Demon Art! Something's about to happen!"Hisoka: "So, at the brink of death, he evolves again? What a rare talent."Perospero: "Hah! Wrapping flames around a sword? A cheap imitation of Mama's Emperor Sword. If it were her, those demons would already be ash."Mihawk: "It's not mere flames. The burning demon blood is raising the blade's temperature. The black sword turns crimson—this is the blade of Yoriichi Tsugikuni."Shanks: "Not just the blade—the mark has appeared as well!"
Under the expectant gaze of countless worlds, Tanjiro, with both his Crimson Blade and Demon Slayer Mark awakened, unleashed his strongest strike yet.
"Hinokami Kagura—Solar Halo Dragon: Head Dance!!!"
A roaring dragon of fire seemed to sweep across the battlefield.
In one brilliant slash—Aizetsu, Karaku, and Urogi were all decapitated.
One blade. Three kills.
The multiverse erupted.
Cheers thundered. Praise echoed.
For Tanjiro.
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