Disclaimer: Demon Slayer is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
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"That aura..."
Kokushibo stood on top of a tower in the bustling city of Tokyo on one leg. The night wind softly blew his high ponytail and his purple snake-patterned haori.
He looked down at the chaos happening.
All his six pupils were locked in at the location where the newest explosion had just occurred.
He could see and feel the familiar scorching aura from far away.
"Sun Breathing."
He muttered to himself.
His mind subconsciously recalled memories of Yoriichi.
He could still vividly remember that soft face, smiling with that knowing smile.
Kokushibo covered his mouth, his face ashen as his neck spasmed. Swaying slightly on top of the tower.
'How disgusting!'
Swish!
Kokushibo's figure disappeared from his place.
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"Hoo—" Tanjuro flicked his sword, and the black blood on it immediately dispersed. Then he sheathed his Nichirin sword.
His reserves of resurrection power are all used up.
It seems this kind of battle was still quite difficult on his body.
"..No... Impossible..!"
Rokuro's head on the ground couldn't believe it. His pupils were trembling violently, and his bullet hole in his skull was still leaking.
"You bastard!" Rokuro cursed Tanjuro.
"I—I haven't... taken my revenge yet!"
"I haven't killed that guy yet!"
"HOW COULD I DIE LIKE THIS!?"
The burn marks crept up his neck as he slowly turned to ash.
"Tanjuro-san! Did you succeed?"
Kyojuro's white haori is tattered and blotched with blood. He was skilled enough to block the bullets but not enough to completely avoid injuries.
The moment they took cover, Kyojuro understood the demon's intention and was clear-headed enough to switch tactics.
Kyojuro noticed from the first moment that Rokuro was obsessed with killing him, or rather, his father. Thus, he took the initiative to attract the demon's attention while Tanjuro delivered the killing blow.
Seeing the demon's head separated from its body on the ground, Kyojuro's tense nerves finally relaxed.
'What an incredible strike!' Kyojuro watched Tanjuro's back.
Working alongside such talented swordsmen was very reassuring. He noticed Kusabimaru on Tanjuro's waist and nodded.
The Lower Moon Two was slain by a Nichirin blade! It's over!
Rokuro's whole being shakes to the depth of his soul. His eyes watched as Kyojuro approached him. He couldn't help but cussed out everything.
He cussed out Shinjuro, who humiliates him!
He cussed out Tanjuro, who delivered the killing blow!
He cussed out the world for not letting him have his revenge!
"Curse you! Curse All of You, wretched arrogant Slayer!"
"You've got the wrong person."
"Huh?"
That stops Rokuro's rant abruptly. He saw Kyojuro with firm and unyielding expressions on his face.
"I don't even know you!"
"!?!?"
"Wha..."
Rokuro no longer says or cussed anything. His mind was frozen on that last sentence Kyojuro said.
Before he even responded, Rokuro's head finally disappeared into ash, being blown by the wind, never to be seen nor heard from again.
Kyojuro opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't have anything else to say as he saw Rokuro's head turned into ash.
"It's a pity; he seems to have mistaken me for my father." He sighed.
Kyojuro turned to look at Tanjuro in urgency.
"Tanjuro-san, It's not over yet!"
"We must hurry and defuse the remaining bombs!"
"Let's go!"
Kyojuro said, anxiety clearly lacing his voice, as he wanted to make sure any remaining threat of the demon was terminated.
Tanjuro stood there as if he didn't hear Kyojuro's words. He was waiting to see—There it is!
Whoosh!
A red-pink aura slowly rose from the ashes.
Then the whole vitality was absorbed directly into Tanjuro's chest.
Instantly, one of the two gray powers of resurrection lit up.
—The life force of Lower Moon Two was enough to fill an entire orb of resurrection!
"Huu... Haa..."
Tanjuro took a deep breath and straightened his back from the tingling sensation he felt from his spine to his brain. His physical strength felt rejuvenated.
After absorbing the life force with Dragon's Heritage, he calmly relaxes his tense nerves.
"Let's go." He nodded to Kyojuro.
However,
Sreeak!
A crisp tearing sound came from the ashes again.
Tanjuro glanced subconsciously and froze in his place.
Cause the moonlight seems to highlight a fluorescent orb slowly rising from the ground.
Inside the orb is a group of small white paper figures floating in midair.
'That's...!'
Spirit Emblem, a paper doll item from Sekiro's world!
Tanjuro looked at Kyojuro, who luckily had already jumped off the roof, then back at the paper doll floating in front of him.
Swipe!
With a movement of his hand, Tanjuro grabbed the paper doll and stuffed it into his clothes before continuing to follow Kyojuro.
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Drap! Drap! Drap!
Bang!
Mitsuri breaks down the barrier protecting the bomb, then proceeds to take it out into the street.
"Found one!"
"Caw!"
A crow flew down onto the shoulder of Mitsuri, flapping his wings before settling down.
"Do it the way I told you! Hurry! Hurry and take it apart!"
"Okay! Okay..." Mitsuri realized what she had to do and got flustered a little bit.
She had never seen this thing called a bomb before, much less how to disarm it. Doubt began to creep into her mind.
"Let's see..."
Fortunately, she doesn't have to try to defuse the bomb alone.
"Kanroji!"
Kyojuro's voice came from her left side as Mitsuri turned to look in that direction.
"Rengoku-san." Relief colored her voice.
She saw Kyojuro and Tanjuro converging to her position. While Tanjuro was fine, Kyojuro's condition was tattered and rough.
But both of them continue their mission.
"You guys don't seem to be injured! That's great!" Mitsuri said happily. Her nervousness was swept away by their appearance.
"The demon—"
She was interrupted from speaking.
As a strong current of air and a figure landed themself so hard, it kicked up dust and vibrated the eardrums violently.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Dust and pebbles concealed the figure, but in the pale moonlight shining down, the shadow was in the shape of a human with a sword at his waist.
"A swordsman... is it one of us?" Mitsuri called out in confusion, squinting her eyes to see through the dust.
When the smoke and dust were blown away by the wind, Mitsuri saw a tall, pale, and purple-skinned man standing there... menacingly!
His purple snake-patterned haori swayed as he looked on with his six captivatingly golden eyes.
The figure didn't even spare Mitsuri a glance, as he focused on the two men standing beside her.
The two also stopped and looked at the figure.
The three entities lock eyes with each other.
Kokushibo has entered the battle!