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 84, 85, 86, 87, 89, 90, 91

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Muzan grabbed Tanjiro's right face and clutched, sharp fingernails pierced deep into his temple.

(The red cobwebs on his skin throbbed, widened, until it covered the inside of his yellow orbs and his eyes widened—)

"GYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The Lord of the demon laughed as he watched Tanjiro squirmed. Even when the boy burst into a fire to ward him off of his personal space then teleported himself to safety, Muzan was still chuckling uncontrollably. His shoulders shook with mirth while his fingers healed, the blood stop sprouting from the tips of it.

"Aaah…he's gone. And I'm not finished with him yet. But look at that. He can actually escape from your Blood Technique," the curly-haired man purred, staring at the remaining pink sash on his palm. Tanjiro managed to snatch it away from his grip and use the cloth for the medium, bringing him back to the previous location and out of this confusing maze of a building. It seems he can also utilize the available material for his exit route, using Daki's sash as a beacon. A landmark, "you and him are going to be a good team. Your fortress for the trap and his fire for the weapon. Don't you think so, Nakime?"

The demon woman with black hair so long, it reached the floor and covered half of her face hummed, strumming the Biwa softly. Not activating her skill, just using it to play a pretty, melodic tune for the background music. The usually stoic beast was now sporting a tiny smile on her complexion, uttering a couple of sentences that was a lot longer than the usuals, "of course, Muzan-sama."

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"He's going to be a good kouhai."

Ginger fire burst like a pooped ball and Tanjiro stumbled out of it, breath haggard and palm covering over the bleeding side of his head. The torn skin had already healed just a moment ago, but the red veins of it kept on convulsing, his heart kept on jumping erratically. He was sweating and everything is hurt, hurt, hurt—Daki, who was still shedding her skin like a crab and was momentarily shock at his reappearance, giggled crazily, an expression full of cruelty marred the cracked complexion, "how's my Lord's blood feel? Intoxicating, isn't it? Make you want to beg for more?"

Tanjiro answered her question by kicking the hell out of her, causing her body to fly and penetrated two buildings at once. He heard her laughter echoed in this silent night, still amused at his situation even after his vicious attack but he didn't care. He didn't chase after her to end the Upper Moon's existence as relentlessly as before. Too occupied over the fact that something was wriggling inside his veins. Something foul, something foreign yet not, I need to stop this. I need to heal. I need to—

A clutter of wood and his head snapped. Before his yellow orbs landed on a frightened prostitute peeking out of the hallway, flinching at the sudden attention.

His mouth was drooling.

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I need to eat something.

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"GRAAAHHH!"

Tanjiro pounced, the human shrieked. His sharps fangs were almost there to sink it deep inside her throat—

Then a sheathed katana clamped his mouth shut, forcing him to grit onto the white cover instead.

"Tanjiro!" Zenitsu shouted, forcing himself to fell to the earth and brought the ginger demon down with him. That act made him wiggled even more viciously, not appreciating the sudden intrusion of his early meal. The sunny hunter's hands were trembling, fears started overtaking his entire emotion over this whole situation. From the moment he laid his sight at Tanjiro with different coloration—not ginger, but yellow—he knew everything has gone out of hand. Nezuko had told them about a possible theory—the lighter Tanjiro's color was, the more he lost sight of his side of humanity—and asked them to warn her when this prospect happened; she'll do anything to remind him not to let the darkness consume him, she won't let her only family gone. Now that this probability has indeed happened, it reminded Zenitsu again that Tanjiro, no matter how kind he was (no matter how beautiful his sound was), is not a human. He was restraining a fiend here. Not a loving brother, but a mindless beast that will kill anyone without mercy just to satisfy their hunger.

Nevertheless, Zenitsu held on, "endure it! Endure it, Tanjiro!" even when the oldest Kamado tried to pry him off by jumping around the place—causing him to crash his back to the wall, piercing the ceiling and scaring the hiding civilians, splinters tangled between his yellow lock—the slayer still held on. Inosuke delegates himself to take care of the unconscious Nezuko. Tengen was doing his job as a Pillar and was facing the Upper Moon Six by his lonesome, judging from the sound of explosions from out there (what is this? The demon's sounds redoubled? What happened? Does he need help? He need help). When the sister was indisposed as of now and there's no way he let the superior kill one of his friends to nip the problem right from the bud, it was the friends' duty to take care of the other sibling. Another wild jump and now they were out of the brothel, lying unprotected on the wide, open street. It was his duty to snap Tanjiro out of the madness that clouded his rationality.

(Give me back the gentle sound! Zenitsu wailed. Don't steal it away from me. Give me back the gentle sound!)

"N-Niichan?!" his shoulders tensed and electric orbs instantly flitted to the approaching girl. Look like Inosuke managed to wake her up and gave her a (sloppy) first aid kid. The Pig Mask himself, though. Where is he now? Is he helping Tengen in fighting off the fiend? It appears so. Both of their Voices—one was like a loud cricket in the summer, so noisy and headache-inducing. While the other sounded like a tea being poured into a high-class glass; elegant and soothing (not as soothing as Tanjiro's sound, so please give it back)—was now coalescing. It was still not enough to drown the frightening voice of the frightening demon(s?), however, and it bothered him. Nezuko crouched in front of them as she gasped for breath. Her eyebrows furrowed and blind worry was evident on her rolling burgundy eyes. No wonder. Seeing his brother going berserk like this. Not to mention how his transformation almost rendered him unrecognizable, with his yellow hair and red tattoo adorning his skin. If it's not for the familiar, warm fire who surrounded his left side and crackling bright like a bonfire (it's not burning him. Tanjiro—the nice, caring, older brother Tanjiro—must still be there. If he's conscious enough not to let his fire burn anyone other than demon, then he must be there—) she may think this is just another beast trying to get in on the bandwagon. Nezuko gulped in apprehension, tear of frustration welled up, "Niichan. What happened to you? Please, stop it!"

"Ne-Nezuko-chan, thank God, you're okay!" Zenitsu winced when the nails scratched his cheek, almost nick his right eyes because of their close proximity, "d-do something about this! We can't stall any longer, Uzui-san needs our help!"

"I-I know!" Nezuko stammered, "But what should I do?"

"I don't know! Tell him a story, give him something to eat, preferably not a human," he let out an oof when Tanjiro's elbow landed on his solar plexus, "or…or sing him a lullaby? Jiji did that to me when I have a nightmare and it worked out great!"

"I…I do remember a song from my late family. Okay, I'll try," she took a deep breath, released it, and started to sing.

"Close your eyes and remember that passing voice~"

Zenitsu sucked in a breath when a melodic sound came out of her split lips. She looked so majestic, with her eyes closed and back straightened, ignoring the blood coating her black uniform or pink haori. He felt Tanjiro's thrashing halted for a split second before it continued. The Lightning User thought is it working? Nezuko kept on singing.

"I can't return, I can't go back. There's only deep darkness~"

His legs kicked her knee, she flinched. But the song didn't stop.

"A gentle sound that makes you cry. No matter how painful it is~"

Elbow soar to the back, Zenitsu almost get a broken nose if he didn't swerve his head at the very last second.

"Move forward. Keep going. Cut that despair~"

The fire crackled, his yellow eyes widened.

"Even if you lose, even if you fail, you have no choice but to keep on living~"

Then the scene changed. In front of the ginger demon was no longer a view of two hunters I somehow knew shouting under the night sky, trying to hold him down. Everything changed to the scenery of a cozy home with merry laughter. He—Tanjiro. Small Tanjiro—was laying his head sideways on the lap of someone's older. Someone with red hair in a ponytail and red mark on his forehead. Sickly, yet still giving him his best smile. Charcoal lines that were scribbled all over his face faded and faded as second ticked by. Until it was completely gone and finally—finally—showed him the equally kind eyes under that cover. Tanjiro's heart panged—

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Fa…ther?

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"No matter how beaten you are…"

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Small Tanjiro hummed while his father sang. The older man caressed his hair and he leaned right into it, loving the warmth radiating from the calloused hand, "no matter how beaten you are, Tanjiro. Always remember—"

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"There is something you have to protect."

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Teenager Tanjiro cried.

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"I'm…sorry…" Zenitsu gaped when Tanjiro talked. Hoarse and scratchy, it's been a while since he talked, after all. Or grunted, most of the time. Nezuko herself was also gawking at the sudden turn of event, stopping her impromptu performance in the process, "I'm…sorry, I…failed. I'm…sorry I…can't…protect…family…"

(Aah…the gentle sound is back. Zenitsu hiccupped, his throat felt tight. But it was so full of regret and misery. I don't like this one either)

Slowly yet surely, his hair color turned back to ginger. The red cobwebs and tattoo on his body receded back under his skin, swaying flame on his person was gone bit by bit. Not long, Tanjiro was back to his usual self; ginger and human. Well, as much human as a demon was. He assumed the form of his child version, sleeping as tears still cascading his unblemished face. Zenitsu let out a long sigh of relief, while Nezuko crawled to her brother's side, checking if he was okay. Her Voice sang, Zenitsu listened at how torn she was towards this conundrum; should she feel glad that her brother is here or should she worried because he's now back to sleep and I don't want to wait for another month, niichan. Don't let my hopes up. Before another explosion reverberated once more, startling them up from their reverie.

"We need to help them." Zenitsu stood, cradling Tanjiro close to his chest.

"Yes," Nezuko rose with a bit of difficulty, wincing a bit when her wounds on the chest were jostled, "but what should we do with Niichan? I don't bring the box with me so—"

TAP

There's a sudden step from the side, abruptly stopping their conversation. The hunters tensed and they turned to the sound with palm cradling the weapon, in Nezuko's case, as Zenitsu's weapon was lay abandoned at the ground, prioritizing over the safety of his friend first. There, under the shadow of the alleyway, was a civilian. A man in thirty with short, black hair. He didn't know him, though it seems the ponytail girl does, "sir. What are you doing here? Is your hand okay?" his sight went to the said hand after that word was uttered from Nezuko's mouth, his lips thinned. Indeed, his hand was decapitated, wrapped up by a piece of cloth he tore from his own yukata. What happened to him? That injury was clearly new, judging from the fresh blood seeping out of the cloth.

"I..." the man gulped and his hesitance instantly raised a red flag inside Zenitsu's mind. Did he know Tanjiro is a demon? Did he watch the spectacle of them trying to calm him down a moment ago? His fear was evident, even without him trying to listen in on his Voice. But the man took a deep breath and plowed through, eyebrows furrowed in determination, "I can take care of your brother for you."

"...eh?"

"Think of it as a thanks," he answered, stepping closer to the wary yellow slayer. He hesitantly transferred the sleeping child to the older man and he continued, "for saving my life."

"O-Okay..." Nezuko mumbled, giving him a small smile of gratitude, "thank you, sir. This means so much to me."

"Um, you should evacuate now," Zenitsu joined in, "Uzui's wives...uhh...our associated are trying to wake up the other townsfolk. Go to the west, you'll find them soon enough."

"Alright, thank you," he bowed and ran. He looked back for a moment, shouted, "and take care of yourself. Don't do anything rash, okay kid?" before he completely disappeared from the horizon.

"Don't do anything rash, huh?" Nezuko huffed, unsheathing the swords from its sheath, "that's not going to happen."

"Yeah..." Zenitsu bent down and picked up the fallen katana, tightening it up to his left belt as he gripped the handle close, "let's go. Uzui-san needs our help."

Tengen huffed derisively when the demon in front of him cackled. The turban that was looping around his head fell haphazardly after the fiend attack missed, causing some white strands of his lock to peek out from under it. The new beast that managed to wound his forehead was a thin man with black-green hair, put up in a messy, high ponytail. His skin was pale, sickly. Definitely sickly, you can see his ribcages with naked eyes alone and almost no organ within him, if that sunken waist was any indication. He only wore blue, saggy pants. No clothes in sight asides from the red-black cloth circling his neck and each of his hands. His black, dotted tattoo that was peppering the skin at random places was shown without a care for the world to see. He was still laughing, his eyes—yellow sclerae and green orbs—crinkled in delight.

This man is an Upper Demon Moon. Specifically, Upper Demon Moon Six.

Yes. This man and that girl with sash were both Upper Demon Moon Six.

It was a sight to see. When Tengen, without needing to break a sweat at all, sliced the woman's head from its place. No resistance, too easy to kill for such a fiend in the upper echelon, the Pillar scoffed mockingly. He thought that the mission has ended, that he can finally go home and meet his wives again. But no. When Daki cried like a whining child throwing a temper tantrum, another demon sprouted out from her waist. Literally, he felt like he was watching a tiny tree growing up from its baby size to an adult form, penetrating the hard ground of earth. Except changed the ground to a demon's skin. Tengen tried to kill it before whatever-it-was appeared fully to wreaked havoc but it was futile. It—he—was fast, that he escaped with the girl without letting out any sound. He attached her head back, scolded her for letting her beautiful face be burned before he dashed and nicked the Pillar's temple with his crooked, red sickle.

Gyuutaro, was his name, swung his double weapon once more, creating a bunch of disgusting red slashes that tore the land and the unfortunate houses behind. Tengen dodged it with style, then cut the slashed in half as apparently, he could manipulate the attack he threw like some kind of sentient boomerangs (Blood Demon Technique, SPLATTER SICKLE).

"Nice man…" the beast drawled, scratching his face hard enough it started bleeding. It also healed in an instant, though, "to think you haven't dropped dead from my blood sickle. It's full of deadly poison, you know. Shinobi is really something~"

Tengen didn't answer his obvious taunt, not after he dismissed their talk after the previous conversation a minute ago. Of course, poison didn't work on him. He'd been trained to endure the stuff from a very young age, along with his nine siblings, even though seven of them were dead when his fifteenth birthday rolled in. He could not die uselessly, not by something as trivial as poison. And totally not after the intense training their father put through them to ensure the Family's survival. In the end though, the only ones who stayed alive till this day were his and his second youngest brother alone; a cold-blooded, inhuman brother who only thought everyone was his pawn, following duty to a T without letting any emotions seeping in. He didn't even care when his wife died in childbirth, only ensuring the fact that she managed to left a successor to be trained before she kicked the bucket.

(He didn't want to be that kind of person)

(He promised Oyakata-sama to live a life as a human, not shinobi)

(He cannot die. I cannot die. Tengen breathed out. Not before I hug my wives and tell them how I loved them dearly)

"Hm? Well, would you look at that~" Gyuutaro chuckled, green orbs staring right at purple coloration at the back of Tengen's head. Creeping and crawling in, throbbing nerved bunched from under the glistening skin, "the poison is working, slow and steady. That whole 'immune to poison' was just a bluff after all~"

"Oh no, it's not working at all," The Sound Pillar let out his own laugh. He flicked his sight surreptitiously to the nearest rooftop. Seems Inosuke is still fine, fighting Daki alone. His Breath may not be flamboyant, but the all-over-the-place strikes were surely keeping the girl busy so she didn't have any time to reunited with her brother and protected him again within a dome of sashes. Her movement had increased, however. Was it because of the third eye she awakened? From the dotted tattoo around the rim of the eye, it was clear that orb actually belongs to Gyuutaro. So the brother was basically controlling the sister's body, allowing her to make coordinated attacks he himself provided from afar. Not to mention, the man was fighting Tengen with one eye closed this whole time. He could even manipulate the sash himself. The hunter faced his enemy once more, grinning wide (even if he felt it wobbled), "why don't I dance for you?" (Breath of Sound, Fifth Form—) his torso leaned forward, letting the air inside him out and clutching onto his apricot dual blade with a reverse grip, "I'm in tip-top shape right now, I can eat a hundred tempura bowls ever so flamboyantly!"

SYMPHONY OF SHRILL STRINGS

Tengen spun his weapon using the chain that connected the two handles as he zoomed close, meeting the demon's attack halfway. Gyuutaro easily evaded him, unfortunately, even after all the marble bombs he detonated by cutting them in half, in a way to overpower the beast. The thin man himself rapidly slashes his sickles downwards, creating a dome of blood blades around him and rendering Tengen's onslaught useless (RAMPANT ARCHES OF EVIL). Blow After blow, Tengen extended the length of his medium Zanbatos by holding onto the tip of the second blade, he almost chopped the neck up if Gyuutaro didn't block it at the very last second, only managed to sever his red-black cloth in two. The sickly demon then manipulated the sashes from her sister's back, piercing three of the houses easily, crumbling everything down into tiny pieces of rubble. The Pillar could not see because of that, he slashed and bombed every inch of the places rapidly so he could face the enemy once more—

Gyuutaro appeared with a sickle rose high, intended to gouge Tengen's eyes without mercy—

Then Zenitsu, teeth gritted and eyes wide open, teleported in a yellow streak. His EIGHT FOLD nipped the tip of the beast's blade and throw it hard, causing it to fly to the night sky with stars.

"What is this? Your underlings?" Gyuutaro tilted his head, he caught the weapon with the sash and deposit it back to his open palm, "there won't be a happy ending for you, man. Look at your feet. It was trembling with fear," indeed it was. For someone who used a Lightning Breath that was dependent on a steady stance, the sunny kid was sure felt like a simple breeze will blow him away, "you're all gonna die. Don't go all sparkly eyes on me, man."

"S-So what? We're demon hunters. We will protect anyone from the likes of you," Zenitsu shouted amidst his chattering. The fear was evident, but he didn't back down. And Tengen realized ah. This crybaby has grown up. His sword is still sheathed, but honestly. His friends never even see he drew it out in a battle, except when he polished the thing for its daily maintenance. In Zenitsu's case, covered weapon doesn't mean he let his guard down, not when Tengen knew well that the kid's first style depended on the speed of drawing and putting the swords back in; Breath of Sound was derived from the said Breath of Thunder, after all. Zenitsu teared up yet he snarled menacingly,"you should be the one to back the hell up. I promised Nezuko-chan to face the world with my eyes open and I intended to keep it till the end of my day!"

Ah…he really did grow up in a span of hours.

(Kinda tearing up here)

"See that, demon?! This kid—these kids—are my prized successors!" Tengen guffawed as he spread his hands wide, ordering the Upper Moon to look at the children around. Not only at Zenitsu, but Inosuke and Nezuko who appeared to help him out up there. The clanking of swords meeting up with the sash, the sounds of tile being broken down and the swishing of liquid from the girl's Water technique, accompanied by a roar of wind from pretty boy's Beast Skill was used as background music while Tengen declared. Rightfully proud and confident, "they won't run away. They've got guts! Even if there's a poison in my body, do not ever look down on us, human!"

"Besides, you guys are easy to defeat. Just cut both of your heads up and you'll die simultaneously! Simple," the Pillar bellowed, making sure the other two junior hunters on the roof heard him as well, "so prepared yourself, disgusting demon! Because after this—" he crouched low, Zenitsu followed as well, (Breath of Sound, Fifth Style—), (Breath of Thunder, First Style—)

"You cannot hurt anyone ever again!"

DAAASHHH

Fourth Style. STRIKING TIDE. Multiple, consecutive slashes chopped the sashes into pieces, Nezuko's twisting body mimicking the flowing fashion similar to a harsh tide.

Fifth Fang, MAD CLEAVE. Inosuke helped her along the way, slicing any clothes she missed and protecting her open back.

"Both of you are so annoying!" Daki roared, unleashing her Blood Technique, MULTILAYERED SASH SLASH, to caged them both. Ponytail girl and Pig Mask just shredded it all using the same move, "I don't care about capturing you two alive anymore! I'm going to mince you up!"

Her attack was faster than before! Was I the one slowing down or because she awakened her true power now that that man is here? Are they siblings? They have the same color. Nezuko ducked, tucked, then cartwheel to the back when another sash coming from beneath, piercing the roof from below and trying to catch her off guard. Breathing hard, she was now back to her initial place, away from Daki who was now focusing her attack on the charging Pig Head. It didn't take long for her to drove him back either, practically in a blink of an eye. She's just an Upper Moon Six but she's hard. This is so frustrating!

Technique after technique, skill after skill, yet they still could not get close to the Upper Moon woman at all. Nezuko was having a tough battle when the sash on her back was only eight. And now that it almost infinite? Her eyes were spinning just trying to see the trajectory of it. PIERCING RAIN DROPwas used to pinned multiple cloths down and gave Inosuke a room to move forward. Then it was rendered useless as she had to move away from the sudden Blood Blades (she could employ her brother's attack too?), freeing the sash that nearly stabbed Inosuke if he didn't block it by unleashing MINCE TO BITS as he spun in place, nicking Daki's attack that came from the front and the back. While they were busy trying to turn the tide of this battle, Hinatsuru silently appeared on the rooftop right across. Four, retractable box full of kunai spread in front of her. With one pull of the trigger, they launched to the air; half to the surprised demon woman and half to the street below.

Everything happened in an instant.

Daki protected herself by curling the sashes into a sphere and Gyuutaro—the one who knew about the true reason why a mere human was mounting a pointless attack right now there must be something in these kunai. Poison? Wisteria flower poison?—blocked them all off with another RAMPANT ARCHES OF EVIL.

Inosuke used that split second of blind spot to continue his halted attack. Eight Fang, PIG ASSAULT—basically just him making a mad dash toward the opponent without even paying attention to defending himself along the way (he didn't even care about the stray kunais that were now piercing his skin deep, geez!) forcing Nezuko to be his hasty guardian by unleashing the fourth style for the nth times—brought him right beneath the jaw of the surprised Daki—

Tengen threw a bunch of bombs and detonated them, dust then started accumulating. Zenitsu rushed in from behind the cover, utilizing the EIGHT FOLD to close the distance and unknowingly blocking a couple of kunai from his person as his movement was too fast that it pierced the air. Gyuutaro swiftly leaned back then spread his hands to the side, releasing blood blades all over his body simultaneously without a need to move a single finger. Creating a whirlpool of red slashes from his upper arms that spread to the far street of the Red-Light District(ROUND SLASHES OF DEATH: SPLATTER SICKLE). Zenitsu, who was right behind the demon and still upended on the air, was trapped in a precarious situation, Tengen had to help the sunny boy by extending his weapon and punched him away using the backside of his Zanbato ("That's not the best way to help someone, you know!", "Sorry, kid. I don't have any choice!"). The Pillar followed the swift rescue with the fourth style of Breath of Sound, DEATH KNEELS OF AVICI. A technique in which he held his weapon apart and spun them rapidly while releasing the bombs along the wake, a skill of both offense and defense that it protected him and disperse the vortex at the same time—

Inosuke clamped both of his chipped katana to each side of Daki's neck, putting all of his weight to the heel of his left leg–

The dust cleared and Tengen realized that Gyuutaro was nowhere to be found—

JAGGED GNAW!

Inosuke cut her neck in one fell swoop; like he was chopping a thin branch with a heavy saw—

"You sure did a number on me, man."

And the Sound Pillar could only stare in disbelief when Gyuutaro appeared right in Hinatsuru's personal space, clamping her mouth with a grip that must've been hurt like hell.

"How dare you hurt my sister, you maggot," he growled, eyes staring hard at the Pig Mask, who was ready to bring Daki's head far away from her body so she could not put the thing back on, but now was frozen in place at the sight of a civilian being held hostage, "release her right away or I'll crush this woman's head up."

(A/N): *Yeah. Tanjiro's meeting with Muzan is that short. Sorry if I get your hopes up, guys. But this is still important. So, keep this fact at the back of your mind `3`

*Another bluntly speaking, Tanjiro's skill is Minato Flying Thunder God jutsu. He can only use this technique once per day.

*By the way, remember that Daki observed how Tanjiro's attacks work in the last chapter? That wasn't her, thinking. That was her brother. Because her brother is the brain. Daki is the brawn :P

The song that Nezuko sang is the English translation of 'Kamado Tanjiro no Uta'. Isn't it so fitting? Especially as fanfic!Tanjiro asked for forgiveness cuz he broke his vow by failing to protect everyone? And I like to think the singer of Kamado Tanjiro no Uta is Nezuko (even tho' it's clearly not). Both of them are female anyway -w-

Btw, just to reminded y'all. I'm bad at writing fighting scenes. And see, if it was fanfic and not a manga/anime, I never like prolonged fights. This happened because of that one Danny Phantom fanfic that I read; in which one fight last for 4 chapters, 8k words for each of it. That…really burned me out. And that feeling will come back whenever I read this kind of fight. Because of that, I skip most of the fighting scene in any of the fanfic I read from that day onward and much to my dismay, my writing-a-fight-scene skill don't develop too much TwT

I don't want people to feel 'burned out' like I did (even tho' I'm sure some of you will actually want it) so I tried to keep the fighting scene simple. Besides, this is basically a novelization of KnY. You can read the manga yourself if you want to see the cool action :D