Disclaimer: Demon Slayer is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
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"Tamayo-sama, should we take the finger bones as well?"
"Take it just in case."
"Yes."
"Remember to take samples of muscle and skin tissue."
"Understood!"
The two demons were lost in their joy, though it didn't show on their faces, at the precious samples they collected.
They didn't even notice that Tanjuro had walked closer and stopped behind their squatting form together.
"Hello there."
"!!"
Yushiro twitched as his ears heard the soft greeting. He turned his head sharply to look at Tanjuro, who had already squatted down with them, while Tamayo kept fiddling with her syringe and scalpel.
Yushiro's pale eyes and vertical pupils never leave Tanjuro. His pupils contracted as he assessed the man.
'As expected, this guy can see through my Blood Demon Art.'
Then, his eyes looked down at Kusabimaru in the man's waist.
'Not hostile... or...'
Yushiro frowned as he tensed up, ready to protect Lady Tamayo should this evolve into a fight.
Tamayo slowly raised her head as she acknowledged the man's presence. Her empty eyes lack any life as she takes in Tanjuro's appearance. She stopped her staring when she noticed the hanafuda earrings.
"Kamado Tanjuro." Tanjuro introduced himself as he held out his hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you."
Tamayo was silent for a while, then she minded her manners as she extended her hand to shake his.
However, before she could grab the hand, another hand reached out first.
Yushiro's smile turned stony as his forehead popped an anger vein. He holds Tanjuro's hand with more force than necessary for a handshake.
His eyes were even more furious as he clenched his teeth while his fangs got elongated. He almost snarled out his greeting. "...Hello."
Tanjuro turned his attention away from Tamayo to Yushiro.
Yushiro shook the hand that was holding Tanjuro with all his might, though it didn't do anything to Tanjuro's hand, as he squeezed out his words.
"My name... is Yushiro."
Yushiro held his gaze against Tanjuro; his purple eyes showed anger and disbelief at his audacity!
'This guy...'
'How dare he try to touch Tamayo-sama's hand!!'
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More and more angry veins popped on his forehead.
'Not even I could do that!!!'
Tanjuro was stunned at the interruption and nodded as he held Yushiro's hand.
"Yes."
He was thankful that his body was still at the peak of its potential; otherwise, his bones would have been crushed at this moment.
Tamayo noticed Yushiro's unfriendly burst and scolded him. "Yushiro, stop that."
"You're being rude."
Yushiro finally loosened his hold on Tanjuro as he turned his head away. "Yes, Tamayo-sama."
But his eyes still held vigilance on Tanjuro's every move.
Tamayo looked apologetic to Tanjuro. "I'm very sorry." She said sincerely.
"My name is Tamayo, and this child is Yushiro, as you know."
Her light purple eyes reflected Tanjuro's image.
"We didn't mean any harm." She spoke as she lowered her head to look at the severed arm on the ground.
Tanjuro followed her gaze.
He could see that the arm had been dissected, revealing bright red muscles. The two severed finger bones had been removed from the flesh.
The remaining dissected arm and skin were slowly turning into ashes.
Tanjuro looked at the wooden box that Tamayo was closing.
It seems Tamayo has harvested enough material for her experiments.
Whoosh—
Just as the arm turned to ashes, the expected pink and white orbs rose from the severed arm and the wooden box.
The energy directly moved to Tanjuro and entered his chest.
Tanjuro felt his body getting even more invigorated. He also felt that the two resurrection orbs in his tank were quickly filled up.
But that's not the most impressive.
Because from the arm, he also obtained a memory from his battle.
[Battle Memory – Upper Moon One]
In his mind space, an icon depicting the figure wearing a purple-black snake-patterned haori lit up.
The memory of the battle slowly became clearer and took root in his mind.
Apart from his resurrection power, his physical condition was recovering too.
It is the effect of Combat Memory.
When he was in the world of Sekiro, Wolf's own physical talent was quite superior.
With the addition of the Transparent World that Tanjuro mastered, he could almost copy his enemy's moves after seeing them once.
This principle also applies in Combat Memories.
By repeatedly watching the process of his own battles, he deduced different possibilities and gradually strengthened his own power, restoring the foundation of his body.
In this way, Tanjuro could heal his weak physique to its normal state through combat memories.
When that time came, he didn't have to use the energy from the resurrection power to maintain his strength and combat prowess.
Kokushibo's arm has provided him with an unimaginably rich loot.
"We just need a few more things, and then we'll be on our way..."
Tamayo explained softly as she noticed Tanjuro's blank expression.
After a moment of silence, Tamayo tentatively asked. "Kamado-san?"
Tanjuro snapped out of his daze as he nodded. "Yes, sorry... I was distracted."
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Yushiro's forehead throbbed again from another vein that popped out. He turned his head and glared at Tanjuro.
'To be distracted by Tamayo-sama's beauty! Lecherous scum!'
'Though understandable...' Yushiro thought viciously and directed all his hate and anger to Tanjuro. He didn't say anything, as he had already been scolded by Tamayo.
"If we're going to cause trouble, we'll leave now."
Tamayo added as she stood up.
Tanjuro followed her example and ignored Yushiro. "It's fine; there's no need to leave in such a hurry, Tamayo-san."
"In fact, I personally came to ask for your help."
Tanjuro looked into Tamayo's eyes as he extended his request.
While the physical boost from the battle memory is nice, he still needs to heal his current body faster.
In addition,
In the original timeline, Tanjuro didn't exist.
Nezuko became a demon, and Tamayo helped in researching Nezuko's blood properties to develop the medicine that could turn demons back into humans again.
Specifically to piss off Muzan.
But now, Nezuko didn't turn into a demon, and he was still alive.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of Tamayo and Yushiro, Tanjuro opened his mouth and stated.
"My body is very weak."
Yushiro was stunned.
He looked over Tanjuro's muscles. Its outline could be clearly seen under the haori he's wearing.
He could tell that it was not the body of a weak man.
"You..."
"...are you serious?"
Yushiro frowned as he tilted his head and questioned Tanjuro in an incredulous tone.