The battle ended swiftly and elegantly.
Kanao's eyes were wide; awed yet perplexed. Tanjiro had used a technique seldom used; blessed rain after the drought. Giyu certainly had never used it.
As the demon began to crumble, it seemed to be saying something faintly.
"You dropped this." Tanjiro placed some item of belonging next to it, as if to give the demon some form of comfort. Kanao waited a moment before she asked a certain question that had always been on her mind.
"Why?"
"Huh?" Tanjiro turned around.
"You were kind to that demon in its passing, even though it ate many people."
Tanjiro turned his gaze back at the crumbling corpse which was almost gone. "They're suffering too. They used to be human. Not all of them wanted this... I'm sure most of them didn't want to become a demon." he looked back at Kanao with sad eyes. "...like Nezuko."
Kanao gasped. She had never thought of it like that before.
Did such warmth and mercy come from the sad fate that befell the sister he so longed to cure? Or perhaps its the overwhelming kindness he always possessed-the same kindness that was slowly warming her own heart.