I Don't Own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
I stand atop a tree, taking a deep breath as my hair ruffles in the wind, my tail sways behind me as my ears twitch, the cold night air filling my lungs as I am cloaked in a dull grey glow.
I gaze out across the mountain, my eyes trailing the horizon.
The air is Pure. Clean. Vibrant.
Nearing perfection.
Honestly, it makes me a little jealous. Even Kuoh, while lacking a large number of cars, doesn't feel this good. Wild what one hundred years of pollution can do to a world.
I feel a slight tinge of malice with my senjutsu enhanced observation haki, causing a grin to cross my face as my ears and tail disappear.
I hop down from the tree, landing next to the pink haired girl who I have sparred with for the past two to three weeks.
"I've got something." I announce as I turn and begin running.
It's not my full speed, so Mitsuri can keep up but it is still quite a bit more than human capabilities.
A sole katana rests at my hip, sheathed with a hand guard which resembles a yen symbol.
Those cheeky little swordsmiths.
I quickly weave through the trees, spying light in the far distance.
We break through the tree line after around ten minutes of running, it's a sole house, out of the way, the scent of blood heavily rests on the air.
In front of us is a is a man with large x shaped scars on both cheeks and his forehead. There's kanji in one of his orange eyes.
He slowly looks over to the two of us.
"You are too late. Demon Slayers." He snarls, a feral grin crossing his face.
I glance off into the distance, following the one noticeable aspect of him with my senjutsu sight.
Said sight is dampened in my base form, but... I can still clearly see that.
A red line shoots off into the distance.
"Hey. Mitsuri." I blandly question as I look to my left.
"Huh?" She questions.
I can hear the demon tense.
"What's in that direction?" I ask.
"Hm?" She hums.
I lift a hand at high speed.
*CRACK*
His head crumples as he appears next to me, he flips backwards, spinning through the air where he lands in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"In... that direction?" The girl asks quietly.
"There's Tokyo..." She admits quietly.
"Piss." I lowly curse.
I look to the demon who has regenerated his head. He looks up at me in pure unrestrained terror. "Anyways. You can die now."
With one smooth motion I step forwards and draw my sword, his head flipping through the air as I complete my swing, my golden blade slowly slides back into the sheathe as I turn in the direction the red thread was pointing. "Let's go Mitsuri. We've got a lead."
"Yes, Argo!" The girl smiles as she sprints after me.
Pov Change:
Location: MCU
Target: Stane
A bald man in a suit lets out a long sigh as he marches up to a large door.
He presses his thumb against the doorbell, causing a dull chime to echo out.
Nothing happens for a moment before a slightly deadpan voice permeates out from the speaker on the doorbell. "Obidiah Stane."
"Hello Jarvis... it's been a while." The man states. "I'm here to speak with Tony."
"I will let Mr. Stark know." The robotic voice intones. "Please, wait in the foyer."
The lock on the door slides open as the older man opens it, stepping inside.
He scratches his chin as he looks over the paintings.
He doesn't wait long before the tired looking billionaire staggers up to him.
"Obi." He greets tiredly. "Are you here to yell at me some more?"
The man lets out a long sigh as he shakes his head. "No. I'm not. I thought on it a bit, and while I still believe we should be making weapons, you are the Ceo of the company and I respect your decision."
"The ten rings had our weapons, Obi... like not just a few stolen ones, they had hundreds. There's some sort of mole in the company... I can't in good faith make any more weapons if they're going to find their way into our damn enemies' hands!"
"Yes." The man slowly nods. "I understand. Really, I do. I was... sort of blindsided by your decision, and, while I was correct in assuming that it'll cripple Stark Industries in the short-term... I bet you have a plan to get us out of this slump."
"I do." The genius nods once, a small smirk on his lips. "Obi, do you really have such little faith in me?"
"To be fair. How many deals have your shenanigans ruined?" Obadiah questions.
"…"
"How many people have you offended with your sleeping around?" He continues.
"I've changed, Obi... I got some much needed perspective."
"I can see that." The bald man snorts. "You've been back two days and you haven't even called in the strippers yet. Did you get replaced by some sort of double?"
A wry smile forms on his lips that the genius half heartedly mimics. "I hope this change is a good thing."
"A lot of good people are dying, Stane... because of the weapons I've created." Tony reiterates.
"Yeah... a great shame... but... more are dying because we've stopped as well."
"I'm not having this argument again, Obadiah." The billionaire says in an even tone, annoyance coming into his voice.
"I'm not saying we make weapons... I've got a new idea. The opposite of weapons."
"Wh- the opposite of weapons? Like some sort of hippie kumbaya circle or something?"
"Armor. Defense. Security." The bald man list off. "We left our armies high and dry by pulling out of the weapon game and declaring a national recall. People are dying Tony. Not because the enemies have our weapons, but because our allies no longer do. I don't think terrorists are planning to honor your recall request... eventually, they will run out of bullets and bombs, yes, but what happens up until this point?"
The man with a reactor in his chest bites his thumb as he narrows his eyes slightly at the floor. "Damn. Damn damn damn."
He lets out a long sigh. "You're right. I'll begin working on some protective armor. My only worry is that it'll find its way into the hands of some crooks... and if it is as protective as you want it, a normal person would have no way of facing it."
"That is a valid concern... and, while this has been a good look at where the company is headed in the future, that isn't the reason I came here today. I came here for two reasons, the first, to give you something your father made during the last few years of his life. He called it his 'life work'."
"huh?" The man mutters.
"I have some men sitting it up in front of your garage. It's that stark expo diorama."
"That old thing? That's his life work?"
"Your father told me one thing before he died. He was growing more and more cautious. Paranoid. And perhaps, he was right to feel so, seeing as how I doubt a simple drunk driving accident was what did him in."
"Wh- you think my father was assassinated?!"
"Perhaps. There was some inconsistencies with their deaths. Their car had dents that didn't come from hitting that tree... and your mother died of asphyxiation. Your father had time to crawl out of his vehicle before he succumbed to his injuries. What looked like two separate blows to the head." The man frowns.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" The Stark snarls.
"Because I was afraid I was next." The balding man glowers. "Cowardice. I noticed how these reports disappeared. A misplaced file here, a sever room short circuiting there. I allowed it to be forgotten to allow you to grow up a little... and perhaps you finally have. I never mentioned it because I worry that whoever did this is still out there. I put on a happy smile. I pretended that his death didn't bother me like some form of fucking jealous sack of shit, and I waited."
"We can learn more later. What is important now is one thing, Tony. Ensuring you survive."
"I'll be fine. I've got to get back at the bastards who killed-"
"Tony. Have you gotten around Palladium's radiation?" Obidiah questions.
"…"
"You are dying, Tony... being killed by the very thing in your chest... and that project in your driveway? That might be the only way to save your life."
"And, who said you were getting revenge, Tony... WE will be getting revenge." The man smirks viciously.
His smile falls to a slight frown as he turns around and gestures outside. "Now come on. Let's see if you can make a lick of sense out of this. I sure as hell can't."
Pov Change:
Location: SAO
Target: Heathcliff
A white haired man's eyebrow twitches menacingly as he looks down at his hand.
His fingers are straight, spread apart, and... hard...
His hand is a silvery grey and metallic.
His hand is a fork.
His special fruit power is a fucking fork.
He lets out a long loathing sigh as he glances to the new popup he had mostly ignored in his sheer shock. His guild can go to hell, honestly. He won't be saving them for fork powers.
Unique Skill {One of A Kind}
Foku-Foku No Mi:
Proficiency 1/1000
Through the consumption of an accursed 'Devil Fruit', you have been turned into an 'Fork Human'. This skill grants you the ability to turn your appendages into forks. While your limbs are forks, you improve your unarmed damage by 1% and your defense by *95.
Notice: you may improve the defensive bonus to your stats by increasing your vitality.
"…"
Hold on?
Ninety five?
That's... not bad.
There's not many skills he can think of that improve stats like this. A high shield skill improves the percentage of damage blocked by a shield, and the armor proficiency skills do the same but for types of armor, be it light or heavy. Those might be the only ones who do improve stats, and those merely give a flat percentage increase when wearing the correct armor. Not a static base stat increase like this.
It's a level one skill, yet it's improving his total defense by roughly... ten percent of his level fifty four, plus forty-eight gauntlets?
What sort of capstone ability would this give him? How much more would it improve his defense as he levels it up?
Does the increase to unarmed damage stack with the Unarmed skill you get on floor two?
If so, this could be the start to an incredibly potent unarmed strike build.
There's also the rare 'berserk' skill that grants greater increases if you don't wear any armor. Nobody uses it anymore due to the sheer risk, but back on floor ten, some madman who got it nearly solo'd the guardian field boss to enter the labyrinth before he died.
With this skill... it'd remove a lot of the danger that skill provides.
That is... dangerous sounding.
Perhaps he could see about messing around with his stats via console commands once he reveals that he is the true boss of Aincrad. Maybe have that be his 'phase two' where after a certain amount of damage he discards his armor and weapons, activates this new power, berserk, and just starts killing people with his bare hands!
That'd be pretty badass!
Pov Change:
Location: Demon Slayer
Target: Argo Dredd Naut
A trail of rapidly evaporating corpses are left in my wake as I look over the surroundings, sliding my weapon back into my sheathe.
"Not here either, hn?" I frown as I watch Mitsuri perform a perfect one-handed back handspring.
As her feet touches the ground I can see her legs tense, then with a sudden burst of speed she kicks off the earth, becoming nothing more than a blur as her sword flashes out.
The head of a man with symbols in his eye flops to the ground as he lets out a gurgle.
"Congratulations on your promotion to Hashira." I hum as I look around slowly, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
"H-Huh?" The pink haired girl asks.
"You didn't know? The requirement to become a Hashira is to either kill fifty normal demons... or one of the Twelve Kizuki. You've just done the latter."
"R-Really?!" She seems genuinely surprised by my statement. "But- But- he was so weak."
"Yes, and you have recently spent a large portion of your time training against me, correct?"
She stares for a long moment.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Sort of puts things into perspective, yeah?" I snort with a slight eye roll. "So. That's rank three and rank two down... that's ten to go. Then Muzan himself."
I let out a long sigh as I approach a fancy looking manor, Mitsuri at my side.
"Mitsuri." I frown. "The corruption I am feeling inside that building is far stronger than anything I have felt so far. It seems to be an upper rank demon, if not Muzan himself. Be on your guard. Honestly I would prefer for you to go back to the shop entirely."
"I won't do that." The girl declares with a small head shake.
"Alright. In that case be on your guard." I continue as I slowly walk forwards.
I bring my foot up to the door and shove as hard as I can.
My foot goes completely through the apparently paper sliding door.
I let out a long sigh as I just simply force my way through the door, paper tearing and wooden sticks snapping as I step inside.
I can hear my companion slide open the door behind me as I glance around. A slightly musty scent rests in the air, this place is... surprisingly clean for what it's worth.
I meander forwards, glancing around the foyer.
'They are on the second floor, hm?'
With a single leap I clear the entire spiral staircase, landing atop the banister, hopping over and onto the next floor, I slowly walk forwards as Mitsuri lands beside me, we prowl through the building.
Eventually, we come to a sole door. The scent of blood seeps through the wood, there is a sole bloody hand print on the hinoki wood floor with a trail that looks as if they were dragged back inside.
I put a sole finger on the door and flick it slightly open. 'Times one hundred.'
The sliding door rockets open at near bullet speed, shards of wood and scraps of paper spew from inside the wall as it cracks and crumbles.
The inside of the next room looks like a horror film, everywhere are corpses of women, frost clinging to their bodies, skin pale and eyes hollow, mouths open in silent screams with blood dripping down their face from their eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Sat in the middle is a sole person, wearing baggy black pants, a red shirt, and a black crown.
The man sitting there smiles at us, running a bloody hand through his pale blonde hair, creating darkened streaks, red stains his mouth, his eyes are an ethereal rainbow color that... honestly makes me a little jealous.
He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
"Oh god. It's this guy." I scoff with an eye roll.
"Mitsuri." I frown as I snap my fingers, a large double door opening up slightly down the hallway. "Be a dear and go tell the mook sitting in there to go and grab Shinobu for me. If you tell her I found the demon that killed her elder sister, I'm sure she'll come running."
"And no. This isn't a request. This is an order." I frown as I slowly walk forwards drawing my golden weapon.
I calmly walk forwards, sword in hand as I give the demon a half-lidded stare. "I can hear you not running, Mitsuri... go."
She finally turns and I can hear her rush down the hall, opening a door and closing it behind her.
"So. Who are you supposed to be? Are you pretending to be some sort of king or something?"
"I am a god." The demon states with a bright smile.
"You know... you're not the first person I've heard say that... I killed him too."
With one simple movement I lunge forwards, my blade darkening with armament haki to prevent it from breaking and to put a little more oomph into my attack.
I lightly twist the blade as it makes contact with the metal fan that the blond pulls from his sleeve, making it so my attack doesn't simply cleave through it and more rebounds, forcing him arm backwards with tremendous force.
His eyes widen slightly as I grin, reach forwards with my offhand, and pick him up by the throat.
Frost begins to crackle around my fingertips as I can feel the metal lurking beneath become more solid, I can feel my lungs crumble from internal wounds, but the pieces turn to dust and reconstruct with no issue as I chokeslam the demon into the floor hard enough to cause the ground to buckle inwards, the floor gives way beneath us as we fall down to the lower level.
I flip back, landing with a crouch a short distance away as the demon thuds to the ground below and rolls back.
My fingers are a little pale, a thin coating of ice goes to about my knuckles, I clench my fist, causing the ice to shatter, I can see my foe crouched on the floor looking over me with his damned cool looking rainbow eyes.
I look over my sword briefly and nod once. No damage. Haki is bullshit and mine is at a stage where instead of merely reinforcing the object, like a protective sleeve, it fully infuses into it and becomes a 'black blade' temporarily.
Still no closer to figuring out how to make it permanent, but ah well.
The figure stands to his full height, letting out a low hum. "You are quite powerful for a human... a Hashira then."
"Why are you asking questions to things we both already know the answer of? Are you stupid or something?" I ask with a smug smirk.
My casual arrogance seems to bother him according to observation haki. His aura shifts and writhes slightly, but his expression does not change even slightly.
"Blood demon art: Crystalline Divine Child!"
Ice explodes along the floor, six large pillars sprouting up beside my foe, the spires begin to crack, then abruptly shatter, leaving behind six see-through exact ice copies of the demon.
"Seriously? We're giving our attacks names now?" I scoff, rolling my eyes as my thoughts begin moving at high speed, desperately thinking of my next action carefully.
I need more time. "So anyways, can I get the name of demon I'm about to kill?"
"I am a divine messenger. Doma."
'ah. That works.'
"Cool. Cool. Cash Money Breathing: First Form: Policeman seeing a minority."
He seems genuinely caught off guard. "H-Huh-"
I reach into my coat and draw a gun, a simple glock-like pistol, but it sure as hell has a bit more kick than your standard pistol, it's using something called 'tellor propellent' to shoot the bullets fast enough that they tear through solid steel on impact.
But let's multiply the speed of the bullets by... ten times. Lets also double the size of the bullet after it leaves the gun. For funsies.
Everything slows down as I activate the full power of my newest devil fruit.
It's as if time has stopped.
I slightly angle my wrist, making a minor adjustment to my aim, my first target in sight... his sight.
I wouldn't want Doma here figuring out just how fucked he is quite yet.
I pull the trigger causing a muzzle flash to leave the gun, a bullet casing is ejected out the side as I watch a bullet rush out of the barrel then slow down immensely. Coming to a slightly meandering pace as it doubles in size.
Said meandering pace is still probably several times the speed of sound judging by the little air cone surrounding the bullet, but at my current times one hundred enhanced super saiyan two level? Yeah it's just a brisk walk compared to me.
I shift my aim slightly again and take aim at his other eye then pull the trigger, causing a second bullet to spew from the barrel.
Both bullets strike true, nearly causing the top part of his skull to pop off entirely like a bottle cap as two tennis ball sized holes are punched through his skull, taking out his eyes.
'oh hey, this is sort of like that 'Super hot' game... time only moves when you do!'
I pull the trigger, unloading the gun into Doma and his ice clones, his head snaps back as large holes are punched in his body, the ice shatters and turns to dust as one of the demon's arms are blown off.
After around sixteen total shots, the gun clicks empty, I let out a low hum, slipping the gun back into my coat.
The demon regrows his lost limb in an instant, the hole in his head seals back up as he lets out a low hum. "That's it?"
"Nope."
I lunge forwards at high speed, my first slash is blocked by his golden battle fan, causing sparks to briefly spew between us, a feral grin splits my lips as I use the more more fruit to increase the velocity of my arm just as I start pulling it back, causing my swing to rapidly and unnaturally rebound.
The pommel of my sword slams into Doma's nose, snapping his head back as I can hear the bones crunch.
I take the sword in two hands and swing it downwards, cutting a large gash in his body, from shoulder to hip.
His tissue reconnects as he swings his fan forwards, conjuring long icy vines with ice flowers on them. "Blood Demon Art: Lotus Vines!"
With two swipes of my sword I cleave through the grasping tendrils of ice, a bored frown on my face. "Alright."
My sword slides back into its sheath as I clench my fists. "Cash Money Breathing: Second Form: Taking candy from a baby."
I lunge forwards, my hand grabbing Doma's wrists, armament haki travels down his arms as I bring a leg up and kick him in the chest as hard as I can.
His arms tear off at the shoulders as he rolls across the floor, he smacks into the far wall of the building, causing it to crack and buckle outwards.
I blur forwards, armament haki flowing down my two new improvised clubs.
I smash one of Doma's own arms into his skull, creating a sickening crack. "What's wrong?! Do you need A HAND?!"
A flurry of three more bludgeons strike him as he regrows his arms, raising them to block as his bones fracture, a canine tooth flies from his mouth as ice crackles around his hands.
He swings both arms forwards, a cold wind exploding off him as he lets out a quiet growl. "Get away from me mongrel!"
I slide on the lightly cracked wood as I hurl both arms forwards, causing them to be swatted aside by the demon. "Oh my, how original. Are you going to start shooting swords at me from little portals now or something?"
He holds out a hand. "Blood demon art: Yonaka Divine Blade."
"Oh holy shit you actually are." I mutter as a large zweihander-like blade shoots from his hand at high speeds.
I boredly turn, allowing the weapon to pass by me. "How uncreative."
I slash my sword into the side of the next, causing it to spin away from me and sink into the floor. "Redundant"
The next, I swat aside with a bare hand. "Derivative."
"How can you be Muzan's second ranked... let alone a 'Divine Messenger' when you are so..." I look down on him, a bored frown on my face. "Weak."
The small smile that didn't reach his eyes slowly falls as he begins actively glaring at me.
"Who are you?" He demands.
"Money Hashira." I shrug with a small impish smirk. "That's all there is to it. Now. It looks like I'll be forced to use Cash Money breathing third form... tax evasion-"
There is a sudden blur as a third person enters the battle, in a split second numerous shallow stab wounds are driven into the demon, he seems genuinely surprised as he had been focusing on me.
"What-"
A woman with a bright and vibrant white overshirt that looks similar to a butterfly's wings slides to a halt a short distance away, her normally hollow eyes narrowed with fury as the Demon looks over the injuries he had been given.
His arm seemingly rots off as Shinobu re-sheathes her weapon that can hardly be called a sword, more 'poker'.
There is a brief moment of silence as he looks over his injures, then heals his body. "You look... familiar."
He taps his chin. "I don't forget a face."
Shinobu's glare intensifies as she clenches her fist around the handle of her sword.
"Oi. Shinobu. He's put up a bunch of little ice crystals in the air. Be careful when you breathe or you'll shred your lungs." I boredly explain as I walk over.
Her gaze flicks to me then locks back onto the demon. "I see."
"So, where's Mitsuri?" I ask.
"There was a... slight... situation in your shop. She is taking care of it." The emotionally cold woman states.
"Wait... what?" I blink, shooting the insect Hashira a confused gaze.
"Some animal came in and she is subduing it." She explains further
"Oh! I remember now! Are you related to that woman I played with a couple years ago?" Doma grins causing waves of malice to explode off Shinobu.
He shudders in place as he crosses his arms across his body and swoons. "Oh, my heart skipped a beat... this feeling? Hrm... I just love that expression. That hateful gaze... the fake smile... I think I'm in love!"
"Tell me, won't you become my beloved? Become immortal like myself and be mine forevermore? No... wait... I suppose your opinion doesn't matter here... you will become mine. A demon. All I need is to do is end the life of that filthy mongrel beside you."
"Good luck with that." I scoff with an eye roll as I watch a cold mist explode from his body.
"Blood Demon Art: Rime... Water Lily Bodhisattva"
Large pillars of ice rise from the floor combining into a sole figure, a large buddha statue that radiates a sheer cold, its legs are crossed as it sits on the floor, one hand raised as it faces us with its eyes closed, the second hand in front of its chest.
Doma stands in the palm of the raised hand. "Just wait, my dear, soon we shall be together."
"So how do you want me to do this? He's immune to your poisons."
Her eyes dart around the room. "Is there a way for you to capture him and hold him somewhere for an extended period of time? There is one thing I must show him before I kill him."
"Alright I should be able to manage that." I shrug as I watch the statue slowly move with a near deafening grinding noise. "Just sit back and watch as I dismantle this guy."
Its mouth opens as I charge forwards, with a single leap I spin out of the way of a blast of harsh icy wind that turns the floor into an expanse of frostbitten, pale, iced over wood.
A large hand swings down towards me, causing a small smile to appear on my face as I run along a nearby wall for a moment before flipping up onto the arm itself.
I can feel it try to freeze the soles of my shoes as I rush along the limb, leaping from the shoulder to the other hand.
I stand before Doma with a cocky grin. "So. What's your plan now?"
Ice crackles around his arm as he swings his hand forwards in a swiping motion.
I duck the swipe, ice crackles up my legs as I weave through a barrage of swipes and jabs.
Eventually, after it reaches my waist, I am unable to dodge anymore, so I simply just stand there as he lets out a small roar and punches me in the face.
My head slightly turns from the blow, but other than that I don't move.
I can see his eyes widen slightly. "What?"
The ice around my body shatters as I lift a hand, placing it on his chest.
I give him a weak shove.
'Times one hundred.'
He shoots from the fingertips of the ice buddha, smashing into the floor with a violent crash, a small dart of mercury appears on my fingertip as I flick my arm backwards, the dart explodes in scale, rapidly growing past the size of a spear as it almost disappears from view
The entire torso of the statue is shattered as a hole is punched through it and the wall behind it and the wall behind that and the wall behind that, cracks cascade across the sculpture as I feel the platform I am standing atop beginning to give way and fall to the floor.
I gracefully land on the broken floor, the demon before me gazing up at me, eyes wide with fear.
He turns and begins to run away-
I lunge forwards, grab him by the throat and yank his entire head off, tossing it aside with a small smirk.
The torso in front of me collapses and begins to disintigrate as I watch a new body swiftly sprout from the bottom of the decapitated head a short distance away.
As he regenerates and gets up... I do it again, tearing off his head and this time punting it slightly farther away.
As he regenerates, I stomp, a flood of silvery metal rushing forwards in a wave, he looks over in his partially regenerated state, eyes wide in terror as he is completely enveloped.
I walk forwards as a ball of liquid mercury shakes and wobbles, reforming into a cube that leaves the demon's head and shoulders exposed.
"Will this do?" I ask as I come to a stop beside Shinobu.
"Hn. Perhaps." The woman nods.
"W-What?! What are you?!" Doma questions.
"My grandfather was a demon." I lie as I look over my fingernails. "I joined the demon slayer corps after I realized I was stronger than normal people. After a lot of training... I came to a startling realization. Much like the things I hunt... I also have a blood demon art. Quite interesting, no?"
Shinobu glares at Doma as she slowly approaches. "Tell me... do you love me?"
"Oh! You're so intense!" The demon smiles. "If I am going to die... I'M GOING TO DO SO WITH YOU IN MY ARMS-"
The cube rattles slightly as frost begins to cling to it.
"…"
He doesn't break out.
The cube rattles some more.
"Oh." She breathes as she turns on a dime and walks back to me. "So you do love me. An unusual feeling for someone like yourself. I see. Very well, then. I know just the way to make you suffer. To show you what you can never have."
She pauses in front of me, staring into my eyes. "I want you to fuck me, Shopkeeper."
"Huh?"
Huh. Well... alright then?
Let's be real, if Doma said that he loved Shinobu and wanted to spend eternity together she would immediately turn around and breed the nearest male in his sightline just to try and hurt him.
Also it looks like good ol Heathcliff found out his power and he is SURPRISINGLY fine with it.
Guest reviews:
Guest 001: Zoro would absolutely OBLITERATE tengen or any hashira for that matter. Honestly give him a Nichirin sword and post water 7 zoro could probably solo EVERY demon in the series.
Guest 002: Eh, most of the worlds you listed aren't planned. I have the next 10 or so planned out. Hell, one of them seems to have appeared already in the shop while Argo is gone. We'll check in on that in the next chapter.
Random Guest: the demon thing is sort of a curse, and considering Argo's body is made of metal whenever he wants, it would be REALLY hard for muzan to turn him into a demon unless he wanted to become one, which he doesn't. There's only three known ways to kill demons in the Demon Slayer universe... Sun, nichirin, poison. There is no supernatural here. But I can say for certain that some OTHER things would probably be pretty fuckin effective against demons. Also muzan as ultimate class?! GOD NO! He is barely fucking block level. He'd be like... post rating game Rias level at MOST.
Ya boi: That's the plan to solve Argo's largest issue, yes. But said bird probably won't appear.
Guest 003: you forget that 'Tony Motherfucking Stark' is an actual genius. Stane is not.
avid reader: god no
DTM321: Needs to be a Kuda Gitsune, sadly.
PersonMcPerson: Yeah, he's going to get FUCKED.
Ted: Honestly, Muzan is sort of cracked in the right settings, he'd probably thrive in a Marvel setting, I'd place him at like... maybe MCU hulk levels.
Reader 451: Just wait until he collects the triforce, chaos emeralds, god cards, infinity gauntlet and some potara earrings
Anyways, I'll see you all later!