THE COLOR OF THE WORLD
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Disclaimer: Kimetsu no Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge
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Genre(s): Adventure/ Hurt/Comfort
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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC and a lot of Angst. I hope. Not Beta.
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Manga: Chapter 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83
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Nezuko blinked when her body crashed to the opposite building,
W-Wha? What happened? One moment she arrived at her former employee's windowsill and the next, pain erupted on her chest as a sudden blow of devastation caught her off guard, careening her away from her perch and causing property damage to the unfortunate house.
The demon—the one responsible for this—came out of Koinatsu's room, licking her lips in gleeful manic, "to think there's a pretty girl in this disgusting organization of yours. I should just gobble you up, my Lord gave us an order to kill you anyway~"
The pink hunter groaned, gripping her sword tight inside her whitening fist.
The fiend was a woman with long, black hair, tied into an elegant ponytail and pinned by sparkling ornaments that glinted under the moonlight. Her clothes were revealing, wearing mostly a single piece of burgundy cloth that didn't really cover her boobs or belly button really well. Sleeveless as well. She also forgoes wearing any pants to cover the bottom part entirely and decided to don an underwear instead. Along with intricate stockings clasped by her sandals that reached her upper thigh but still showing some skin underneath.
Green orbs glittered, the word of 'Upper Moon Six' was craved within it.
However, the thing that needed to be focused upon besides her status was her sash. Not the design of it, in which it was blinding magenta in color, with blue-black flowers peppered at random places over the cracked-earth pattern of the shawl. No. The thing was, that piece of cloth moved on its own. Not because of the wind. It literally moved like a tail, like a part of her being. It multiplied into any number she wanted, stretched or shrank as she wished.
That sash was responsible for trapping the Kyogoku's Oiran inside.
"But Koinatsu is still alive," Nezuko gritted her teeth as she lept with force (Breath of Water, Fourth Form—) meeting with the demon halfway. STRIKING TIDE: CHAOS clashed with the fluttering cloth. Weaving, and dancing, drawing a beautiful yet morbid scenery out of it. The slayer's eyes sharpened and she slashed, cutting a part of where the demon had imprisoned Koinatsu. Both of them recoiled to the other side to take a breather and Nezuko swiftly took a defensive stance in front of the torn sash. The gorgeous lady herself was unconscious. But her body started to emerge from the cage, slowly and surely. Her breathing was labored and sweats glistened her porcelain face. Other than that though, she seems to be fine. No lasting damage to be seen, "yes. I knew it. I can still see her emerald fog, I knew Koinatsu-san is okay. This demon is just trapping her for some reason."
While Nezuko's attention was split between confirming Koinatsu's health and watching the demon's gestures, Warabihime—was it really her name or a false identity she used to mingle between humans?—tsked, green orbs flitted to the far right, seeing something the younger girl could not see, "these bugs are an eyesore. What was that sounds, what are they doing?" her eyebrows twitched, fangs peeked from behind her pink mouth, gnawing the bottom lips in frustration, "Ogimoto House? And Hinatsuru too? How many of you came here? Four?" Nezuko kept her mouth shut, not wanting to disclose any unnecessary information to the enemy. Warabihime huffed and shook her head, "you should just tell me the truth now, girl. I may eat you in one gulp instead of torturing you first."
"Besides…" she chuckled as she stared at one of Nezuko's sword, "that blade of yours is already chipped. Whoever forged that thing must be a crappy blacksmith."
Another growl rose from the hunter's throat. Just because Hanezugawa personality is crappy (yes. She readily admitted that), doesn't mean his skill as a forger was. Nezuko still didn't say anything, however, be it confirmation or rebuttal, annoying the demon even further. Warabihime let her sash soar and the pink hunter moved—after she made sure Koinatsu is not in the middle of the street anymore. Didn't want her to get hurt after all the trouble she did to save her life—unleashing the TWISTING WHIRPOOL around her body to negate the jab. Nezuko then combined her swords into one and released another TWISTING WHIRPOOL. But instead of creating a barrier, she was compressing the wild skill to create a single stream of devastating water jet this time. It launched horizontally, cutting the combined strike of multiple sashes in one pounce and forcing the demon to stop standing around so amicably while she let her shawl do the deed. Still maintaining the weapon in the form of double-edge Naginata, Nezuko dashed to the fore, shielding herself from another onslaught by twirling the blade like a chakram. Left and right, she cut the cloth as easily as shredding a piece of paper. Before she arrived right at Warabihime's face and somersaulted over her figure in one flourish to evade the speeding sash she saw from the corner of her eyes. The black band appeared and tightened (Breath of Water, Fourth Style—) she took advantage of the demon's surprise by swiftly retracting the weapon back to Dual Swords and swept one of them wide, intended to chop her neck off and ended this battle before Warahibime could unleash her true power—
"So slow…" the Oiran drawled, "you're making me yawn here…"
The black band snapped—
And Nezuko crossed both of her blades in front of her chest, she managed to block the sash attack at the very last second.
"She really was just playing around with me," The second Kamado righted her flailing form with WATER SPLASH skill, minimizing the landing by stepping on to the unfortunate wooden house—she'll ask Tengen to pay for the broken door after this—before she rolled to the ground with a muted thump. That one hiccup didn't deter anyone involved as they, again, rushed. Weapon clashed and producing a ringing sound so loud that it trembled anyone's eardrums, "her sash is like a tough blade. Even though I can see the opening, they immediately disappear. Upper Moon Demon really is something!" The last swipe of the said Upper Moon was stronger than the previous, numbing Nezuko's hands for a split second. She almost doesn't have time to evade if Warahibime vicious offense didn't unintentionally help her for this dilemma, letting the force of the blocked attack threw the younger girl away, far to the wide street.
"Scary, scary," her aura was choking her up, clogging his throat out; the reason why she didn't answer any of the woman's questions since the beginning wasn't just her being difficult, see. Nezuko clasped the weapon tighter and coiled her body upward (Breath of Water, Tenth Style modified—). Several water dragons appear from behind as she used the Short Rapid Breath, "I don't want to face her alone. I don't want to fight her up close," The fantastical animals shot, THE ROAR OF THE WAILING DRAGON: RAPID BULLET faced the sash on her stead instead, covering every inch of their battlefield like a deadly rain. The demon was standing in place, not moving even a single finger. While Nezuko twirled in place, her movement resembling a dancer in a merry festival, "but I have to. I cannot let irrationality take hold of me again. I won't let anyone else go through the experiences like I did"
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She stared at her family. At her family's dead bodies and Nezuko wanted to hurl—
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"Not again," the hunter ended the technique, change her Breath to normal, and do another one. DANCE OF THE RAPID CURRENT allowed her to evade the weaving sash, bringing her right under Warahibime's jaw once more. Burgundy eyes blazed and lips thinned, determination burned inside her soul (Breath of Water, Second Style—), "not when I have the power to protect them!"
SRAAASSSSSSH
"I'm sorry, Agatsuma-kun…" a woman with black hair that was tied into a simple ponytail croaked, face pale and sight bleary.
"It's okay, Hinatsuru-san," Zenitsu's frightened orbs stared at the bloody sash on the floor, wriggling and trembling, like a dying worm trying to stay alive but to no avail. The blood emerging from the inside had muted the pink color of the beautiful cloth, creating a grotesque image of a morbid painting. He was glad he managed to swallow the fear and unleash his first skill in time, saving the wife from possible murder by cutting the thing to pieces, "once the antidote takes effect, get out of Yoshiwara. That's Uzui-san's order."
Hinatsuru weakly nodded. After making sure her rest was comfortable, Zenitsu rose, quivering hand clasped over the handle of his katana. When he treated her and trying to convinced her that he meant no harm, the woman started to tell him what had happened to her from the past weeks. As a ninja, her instinct was cranked to the max. She may not have any enhanced sight like Nezuko. Or enhanced hearing like Zenitsu nor enhanced sense like Inosuke. But she knew her stuff in sniffing out the enemy. The moment she infiltrated the Kyogoku House and met the Oiran of the brothel, she immediately realized that Warahibime is a demon. Unfortunately, so does the beast. Hinatsuru couldn't do anything, as she felt the eye of hers keep on following the wife around, even if the woman herself was not near her at that moment at all. Desperate to relay this information to the Sound Pillar, she drank a poison and pretended to fall sick. Getting sent to the lowest class brothel, a place where customers didn't go and where prostitutes who get sick were sent to.
Alas, Warabihime knew not to let her prey out of her grasp. That, when the master of the house ordered the servants to send her away, she gave Hinatsuru a sash—possibly a part of herself slash a weapon of destruction—as a farewell gift. The cloth that was used to observe and to kill her if something amiss ever happened.
Zenitsu ran on the top of the roof with his ears opened while he reminisced on the state of the sickly woman. She's not a slayer, yet she still put her life in danger as long as the demon was caught. To save the life of the innocent civilians from the clutch of terror.
For someone who was not endowed by the blade of the beast destroyer, she's very, very brave. Zenitsu should follow her step if he wanted to stay alive, fighting through the problem instead of cowering away and pray for salvation.
So here he was, staring at the open field of this abandoned settlement with furrowed eyebrows. His ears prickled, catching the subtle sound from beneath without trouble. This must be where the demon stored the kidnap women, judging from the human sounds he heard amidst the cacophony. And there was also Inosuke's, screeching like a hot-headed person should've been. Zenitsu landed on the ground and crouched, breathing before he let his body glow by the inner thunder. Six Fold may not be enough to open the ground up, not to mention the demon must've hidden itself at the deepest part of the earth since nobody could ever find the missing person. If that so (Breath of Thunder, First Style—) he jumped from wall to the ground, wall to the ground, creating a continuous crack on the hard land while it crumbled and crumbled, not ready for the vicious attack of a resolute slayer. At the last strike, it finally caved in, creating a loud explosion as he plunged inside, shocking the Pig Mask and Tengen's other wife's—Suma, a woman with shoulder-length black hair. And Makio, a woman with dual-colored hair; yellow on her bangs and black on the rest of her locks, tied into a short horse-tail—from their own battle, staring at the newcomer coated in yellow light with bated breath.
(He should use the THUNDERCLAP FLASH: TWELVE FOLD instead then)
Zenitsu was not done. When he finally had his footing back, he soared to the sky—or cave, in this case—once more, cutting the surrounding sash with another Twelve Fold, shredding them all into a useless cloth without a soul. Some of them escaped from his vicious attack, but that was okay. The hostages were safe, nobody was hurt. He could finally be useful to his friends who were always there for him, stay with him. Inosuke whistled and spoke, awe clearly evident in his deep, rumbling voice.
"That was…really cool, man."
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DRIP DRIP
The sounds of blood dropping to the ground echoed.
And Nezuko wheezed, body trembling as the wound on her chest throbbed.
Wha-what happened? She felt like this is a deja-vu, not knowing what just occurred after that blink of an eye. Nezuko didn't just…turn the clock back, right? Or imagining things, thinking that she was on toe to toe with the demon but was actually still laying down on the building when Warabihime throw her out of Kionatsu's windowsill? No, Nezuko. Don't be ridiculous. Think about this a bit more carefully. What happened just now? She was in the middle of unleashing her attack, thinking that she had a chance to finally catch the demon off guard for the second time, unleashing the HORIZONTAL WATER WHEEL to get a go at her exposed neck. But it didn't happen. Warabihime disappeared without a trace and landed her lithe form to the nearest rooftop in an instant. Nezuko remembered before that happened, a clump of sash emerged from another pathway (this one didn't come from her own being, no. It literally appeared from the other side of the world. From Inosuke's report about encountering the demon yet couldn't find her anyway, they have a theory that this beast had a hidden pathway for her escape route. Did she leave some of her weapons behind? For a backup attack, maybe? Or was there another reason for it? It didn't matter. The point was—). These cloths went into her body, absorbed itself right into her temple. And the next second, her hair color completely changed. From jet black to blinding white with a green highlight at the bottom. Red veins bulged from every inch of her skin.
Her black fog got thicker and thicker and—
Ah…right. She remembered everything now. After that transformation ended—
This tragedy happened.
Where an angry civilian emerged from his house to berate them from making a ruckus, causing the other occupants from several houses to peek in curiosity. That rash decision of them was their downfall. As Nezuko, horrified, went to the man, sword back in double-edge Naginata form—
And Warabihime unleashed an attack so devastating, the next thing she knew, any building from within three meters were chopped to bits. Walls crumbled, roof tile toppled.
Innocent civilians got cut in half. The man behind her back lost his right arm.
Nezuko's chest was mercilessly slashed. Creating a morbid cross mark on her entire upper body, starting from her shoulder that end at her waist ("Sanemi and I have a matching wound now. I'm so not happy with this"). Some even pierced the nerve on her ankle that her body buckled down without consent.
It didn't work, she coughed. Was it because Nezuko was too late or Warabihime was just too fast, her defensive weapon could not block the strike entirely. Worse, it tore her previous wound open. At least it didn't pierce her back this time? That was not reassuring at all.
"Your friends are really annoying. To think that my hideout was discovered by such lousy trash. Not even a Pillar," she heard Warabihime's voice resounded. The click-clack of her high sandals was rumbling like impending doom. She blearily realized that the man behind her had run to the fortunately-still-standing house, away from the confrontation of this maniac killer. Nezuko was glad. At least he's safe (for the time being). At least he warned everyone not to come out now as this situation was beyond dangerous. The former Oiran stopped right in front of the pink hunter, smirk adorned her gorgeous face, "But no matter. You've been a fun opponent, Kamado Nezuko. I don't know why our Lord wants you dead, though I'll be glad to get rid of you swiftly for his sake. Be happy that your face is pretty. I want to at least preserve you before I swallow you up."
No, no, no, no, this is not happening! Nezuko coughed as Warabihime step even closer. Every time she tried to perform a technique, her throat clogged and her breath hitched, forcing her body to focus on closing up the wound she sported instead of fighting the incoming demon. This is definitely internal bleeding, she could taste the blood from her tongue till way into the larynx. Did the slash go too deep than she thought it was? Or was it because of the impact, that she realized was a lot heavier than the previous one after she got all of her sashes back? Should she redirected it instead, she didn't know. Too much dwelling on 'what if' will never change the fact that the demon was getting closer.
This is it, isn't it? A place where she'll die. Leaving everyone alone. Without knowing the fate of the comatose Kyojuro nor the slumbering Tanjiro.
Niichan. Nezuko remembered the ginger-haired teen. If he is here, he could solve this problem in a jiffy. She felt the demon's hand tightened around her neck, bringing her up from the ground and choking her out. Nezuko unconsciously grabbed on to Warabihime's wrists, trying to claw her way out of this miserable fate, "If niichan is here, he could save everyone without breaking a sweat," black spot gathered at the corner of her sight, "If niichan is a demon hunter instead and not a demon—"
Help me.
The sash moved and the demon grinned, "itadakimasu~"
Help me.
It coiled around her body and started eating her ponytail from the bottom. Like the demon was trying to cherish the good meal by eating it—her—a lot slower than usual.
Help me—
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NIICHAN!
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FWOOOOOMMMM
CRAS CRAS
SRAASSSSHH
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What—her body fell unceremoniously the moment Warabihime's fingers didn't prop her body up any longer, the shawl around her dropped like a dead fly. Burgundy orbs quivered and eyelids dropping down as she tremblingly craned her neck. Her body preserved whatever energy she had to close the wounds, it made her sleepy. But she still had the power to look at her rescuer. at her protector. I…I recognized this warmth—
The checkered haori fluttered and the ginger orange under his feet stuttered.
"Nii…chan?"
And Nezuko knew no more
Warabihime—or Daki, her real name was—scowled when her food was snatched away from her clutch once again, irritated at the abrupt interruption while she recovered her chopped hand in an instant. First Koinatsu and now this girl. Her food storage has been rampaged too and she was mad that she could not even eat a single one of them, after all the trouble of preserving them. Daki thought this annoyance will be gone now with the pink hunter apparent defeat so she could just search for the remaining maggots and kill them also (although, maybe she should capture the boy in Pig Mask. He's really pretty for a boy). But then this anomaly appeared. Coated in ginger flame and green-black coat, he descended like a hawk, severing her shawl in one, swift lunge. What was this demon thinking, saving a demon slayer? Not to mention how his fire lingered on her torn sash, the heat felt like it burned her from the inside out even though it was already gone. Is he stupid? Or is he a new demon in which he didn't know which one is the ally and which one is the enemy? Still grasping onto the memory of his past life and have a sickening moral of a human being? The boy growled low and the sharp fangs peeking out from beneath the lips glinted ominously. What an odd beast.
But then she saw the hanafuda earring on his ears and her confusion turned into a scowl. Giddiness and anger enveloped her entire body.
"You came. Kamado Tanjiro, was it? When I saw there's no box on that girl's back, I thought you die like a pathetic demon you are," Daki snarled, her sash flowing like a wave. She didn't see any bamboo on his mouth, another recognizable thing the boy had beside his earrings, their Lord told them beforehand. Did he leave it somewhere else? In a place where Nezuko hid him, away from the prying eye of Muzan-sama's underlings?
Well, doesn't matter. The thing was, he's here now. Right within her reach and she will surely capture the little twerp for the sake of their Leader's happiness.
Tanjiro didn't deign her word, just dashed with a speed that was almost blinding, leg raised and ready to crush her head to pieces. She ducked and let every single one of her sashes fly upward, now that the demon was up on the air hence he could not change direction as easily as he should. (Blood Technique—) eight of her shawl curved, creating an image of a dying spider curling its legs. Except her weapon was anything but alive (MULTILAYERED SASH SLASH). The ginger beast burst into a fire to burn them all up. Unfortunately for him, it was not enough. Sure, the flame managed to turn the pink cloth to crisp, but he didn't account for Daki to sneakily sprout another one from her back, catching him off guard the moment he turned his own Blood Technique off. It cut his right arm, along with his waist, splitting him in two before the momentum sent him careening away to the farthest rooftop, causing a loud explosion that reverberated in the air. She vaguely heard the hiding humans were screaming in terror but she didn't care. Daki doesn't even spare a glance at Nezuko, who she wished to eat a moment ago. Her attention was solely on the ginger fiend now that he was here. To the demon who stole her Lord's attention away from her. The ex-Oiran arrived at the other side of the civilization, staring at the squirming demon who was trying to free himself from the collapsing rubble, "I don't know what my Lord sees in you. You're weak. You haven't eaten any humans since you turned into one. You're not even cute for me to kill."
"Why did you get away from that man's control?" she asked, not really expecting an answer, Muzan-sama had said that this demon cannot talk. Or he did, but barely. Choppy. Almost like a baby, "hmf, I don't really care either way. If he didn't specifically tell me to capture you, I'll trap you in my sash and have the sun kill you when morning comes. Pity, I couldn't do exactly that."
"Stop resisting, brat. That's a big wound for a half-assed being like you," Daki chuckled, Tanjiro sweat profusely, "there's no way you can regenerate right awa—"
FWOOOM
The sudden light interjected her monologue, her eyes squinted as she was not prepared for the light show.
When it receded, however, Daki's green eyes widened.
There, in front of her, Tanjiro stood, yukata slacked open and showing the tone abs beneath. And that was the thing. He stood.
With body whole and arms regrow. The only thing that indicated she didn't imagine things—about her cutting him in half and rendering him useless—was the blood on his waist and torn sleeve.
It didn't stop there. While Daki was shocked over the fact that his healing and regeneration speed was on par with an Upper Demon Moon for a second there, Tanjiro grew significantly bigger and alighted himself with ginger fire once again. Although this time, it only covered the left side of his body. Enveloping the checkered haori and turning it into a makeshift bonfire. The flame licked the air and crackled, some of it even took a shape of a foxtail at his lower back for some reason. The wound mark on his forehead was set on fire as well. Maybe it was trying to create an illusion of a single horn or something; although it failed miserably because it won't stop swaying, such as the fate of a fire getting blown by the breeze. Red tattoo that resembled the said wound mark started to appear on his skin, peppering his clammy body at random place; on his ribs, on his stomach, coiling around his wrist like a band and crawling on the upper arm like a worm, Daki was pretty sure it also existed on his thighs or legs but could not confirm it with her own eyes as it was covered by the black pants. The Oiran saw how his hair changed color, slowly draining the ginger and replacing it with blinding yellow. Not to mention how his reddish-brown orbs did the same too, flashing in an eerie glow, causing the woman to subconsciously recoil. The red nerves that were spreading like cobwebs on his right eyes throbbed in anger.
The flame on his person grew.
It snuffed out.
Before Tanjiro disappeared without a trace.
Daki didn't have time to even turn around when she felt the heat on the back of her head (her sash just combusted out of nowhere did he literally teleported?!) and the boy throw a circular kick—
CRASS
—and splitting half of her face like a mere watermelon.
"KYA—" the force of the attack sent her tumbling away, but her reflex kicked in and she instantly used the sash to stop the momentum by embedding the weapon to the ground, leaving a trail of a cracked ground as she skidded back. Her wounds slowly recovered. And when one of her eyes formed itself back, the first thing she saw was multiple flames rushing right at her, Daki immediately rolled then jumped to the rooftop for a safe haven. Tanjiro was standing almost menacingly on the street below, now sporting multiple tails on his back. Created by his ginger flame. Eight, swaying, foxtails and Daki snapped—
"Did you just copy my move, you LOWLY MAGGOT?!" she unleashed her Blood Technique once more. Both 'tails' clashed with intensity, Daki's swift attack cutting the fire or Tanjiro's crackling flame burning up the cloth, back to back, back to back. It kept on going for a whole minute. There was also one moment where he blocked her sash by tucking his unprotected side behind the haori that was lit on fire. Her weapon just went inside it—not burned. Nor it chopped off its root—and the next second, that same attack was launched back to her. Like the fire on his left side was a reflective mirror of some sort. Or a U-turn tunnel. The boy used one of his tail to launched himself up—Daki was on the roof and Tanjiro was suspended on the air—then sent the same one to her direction. While the false Oiran bent down to evade the attack, causing her to divert her attention away from the oldest Kamado, he coiled the seven of the tails around his body before it dispersed. Once again, he disappeared.
Then with a subtle sound of a crack (another one of her sashes combust so he cannot teleport willy-nilly, it seems. His fire may act as an opening portal. But he needs to have something to burn. A medium for him to open up the exit route) and Tanjiro leg raised—
WHAAAMMM
Landing an impactful attack right on her back, cracking the bones inside as it penetrated her body and the roof tile below. His attack was so brutal, that he brought them both to the ground floor, right at the genkan of a lesser house.
"GAAAHHH!"
Tanjiro was not done. Still with his feet planted deep inside her body, he let the fire on his heel to roar and engulfed her entire figure. Green orbs widened, her sight blackened for a split second—
(She saw her hand. She saw unfamiliar people. Laughing, mocking. As she drowned in a sea of flame)
"GYAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"Get it off, get it off, get it OFF!" her sash lashed wildly. And because of their close proximity, that random attack managed to chop Tanjiro's every single limb. The fire snuffed out, but Daki was still screaming. The heat lingered. It was there, everywhere, in every inch of her body it's so painful, painful, painful—
(The memory of the past was too painful, she didn't want to remember it, no—)
If Daki was conscious enough to observe, she may have realized the secret of Tanjiro's regeneration speed. His severed limbs burst into fire, creating a tiny or medium light, each according to the size. Then those said light disappeared, teleported to the biggest component—his torso—and clumped themselves into a big, fiery inferno before it dispersed. Showing the intact Kamado to the world, leaving only the smell of burned meat and throbbing veins. That one too, also vanished the moment everything was back to its place.
"Screw this! Screw this!" she growled as her charred skin crumbled, the new one was peeking from beneath. Both of them was back on this macabre dance—Daki let the shawl fight the boy on her stead. Snuffing the fire of his tail before it could crawl up to her body by severing the cloth when it was alight with flame, sprouting a new one in an instant, "I want to present him myself to our Lord, but screw this! If I can't bring you to him, then—"
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"I have a mission for you, my dearest fiend."
It happened after she killed the nosy O-Mitsu. Two days before this fight had occurred. Daki smiled as she gave him her sash, giggling in delight when their lord caressed her hair almost lovingly, "I'll save one while I'll distribute the rest to our fighter. Your job—the most important job—is to observe. You can kill the girl in pink. But when you see a boy with checkered haori and hanafuda earing, 'mark' him—"
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She wrapped the boy within the clutch of the pink cloth. Before he could burn the thing off—
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"Warn me."
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She searched for a particular presence of her 'counterpart' and pulled—
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Nakime, the demon with Biwa, strummed her instrument.
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Tanjiro, igniting himself with ginger fire for the nth times, stumbled when his view changed. From a simple house of a brothel to a winding maze of a fortress; consisted of windows, floorboards, door, tatami, stairs. It was confusing, as sometimes the door was on the floor, or the stairs were upside down. But his attention was not on his environment. No.
Instead, he was focused on a man leaping towards him, right hand outstretched and nails retracted. While his left palm was clutching onto the giggling sash of the Upper Moon Six.
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Daki laughed maniacally, the falling skin and bulging eyes adding a horror factor of this crazy, lunatic demon.
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"—and I'll be there to greet him myself~"
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"—then I'll bring him to you instead!"
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Muzan's plum orbs glinted with glee as a smirk, so wide it hurt to see, adorned his handsome face.
Here's the link for Full Demon Tanjiro fanart: novirp13 dot tumblr dot com /post/189860530024/full-demon-tanjiro-is-in-the-building-heres-the
(A/N): ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also, just saying. This chapter is really hard for me cuz I need to change eeeevery single scene. Canon divergence is haaard :'D
*It's not exactly Twelve Fold. It's actually him using the Six Fold twice. With a cooldown that was shortened to almost nothing.
*Their fight with Warabihime/Daki last for eight minutes. Honestly, in a fight, even one minute will feel like forever. Especially as this is a nonstop fight, without any monologue from the villain nor the hero herself. So, even when Tanjiro finally appeared to help, Tengen was still not there to back her up.
*If you remembered, Daki's sash can grow a pair of eyes for her to see and mouth to speak. It's on Inosuke's POV but I didn't put it here cuz you can just read it in the manga #no #you'reJustLazyAuthor
*Muzan mostly distribute Daki's sash to caster demons. As he deemed the normal demon was weak, any hunter could kill them in one slash, so there's no way they can stall enough time to even contact Daki if they ever meet Tanjiro.
*Muzan asked Daki to 'mark' him because he doesn't have control over Tanjiro anymore, remembered? He could not pinpoint his location. So, Daki's sash acted like a beacon as she still has 'the curse' on her, that's why she wrapped it around Tanjiro.
*Bluntly speaking, Tanjiro's fire is Kurogiri's Quirk lol. That's the reason why when Kanao threw a rock at it, the rock doesn't come out. He cannot teleport things/himself too far tho'. Only 3 to 5 meter per uses (for now).