Saena tried to do what Mr. Tokito had ordered her and Kotetsu to; to keep their mouths shut while he ran with them slung over his shoulders like sacks of potatoes. She had been fearful of biting deep into her tongue ever since he mentioned it. The sight of blood, even if it was from a demon, was already enough to curdle whatever of her meal that remained in her stomach. He would only ask few questions at a time, Saena and Kotetsu taking turns answering as their bodies continued flailing through the darkened sky. Then they spotted Mr. Kanamori up a tree actively pursued by another koi fish demon.
Mr. Tokito didn't show hesitance dropping them both to the ground and surging forward with his blade arched at his side. With one fast slice to its vase and body, the koi demon fell to the ground with a screech and started to disintegrate just like the last. Mr. Kanamori climbed down tree and greeted the two relieved children with a tight hug.
"Thank goodness you're both safe!" He exclaimed angling his butcher knife away from their faces. "To be honest, I thought you'd be dead by now!"
"Same here, Mr. Kanamori!" Kotetsu sobbed.
"We're just glad you're okay!" Saena cried into the air, lifting her mask just slightly to rub away her tears.
"So, you're Kanamori?" Mr. Tokito asked above their wails.
Saena gulped down the rest of her tears and gestured a hand from Mr. Tokito to Mr. Kanamori. "Mr. Tokito, this is Mr. Kanamori. The man we told you about earlier," She introduced them.
Mr. Tokito didn't look as if he were interested in greetings and introductions. He merely placed his dead-looking turquoise eyes on the man, speaking, "Do you have a sword for me? Give it to me now," rather bluntly.
Kneeling to inspect his sword, Mr. Kanamori gasped at the state of it. "Oh my! Look at this! It's quite badly chipped!" He exclaimed.
"That's why I came to the village. I need to find Watanabe."
"I see! I see!" Mr. Kanamori understood immediately. He stood back on his feet declaring, "I do have a sword ready for you to use, but seeing as Watanabe is your new swordsmith you should get the one requisitioned for you as soon as possible! She's just beyond the treeline. I can take you to her right away."
Mr. Tokito regarded him with slight curiosity. "You don't waste time, do you?"
"I'm happy for you! You should be thankful!" Said Kotetsu.
"Kagami asked her to take care of it. Your sword that is," Mr. Kanamori answered. "Her own sword is already finished but she wanted to make sure you had one of your own. She and Tanjiro also mentioned we should be understanding toward you."
Saena curiously looked to the boy. His eyes widened just slightly at the mention of their names. "Kagami? Tanjiro? They said that?" He mumbled.
Mr. Kanamori sounded as if he wanted to elaborate on the story but Saena quickly grabbed his arm. She shook it, hurriedly reminding him, "We have to head back to Mr. Haganezuka and Mrs. Watanabe! If they're under attack by those demons-!"
"Ah, that's right!" Mr. Kanamori gasped. He immediately turned on his foot, speaking, "Come in, I'll show you the way to my work shed!" to Mr. Tokito and led the way. They all followed behind him hearing him add through panted breaths, "I'm worried about the village! Since you're a Hashira, I want you to take that sword and go to their aid as soon as possible!"
They continued running through the dark forest barely lit by the dim ominous moon shining overhead. The tree were beginning to thin, white light peeking through thin layers of leaves and branches, and at the end of the small tunnel, Mr. Kanamori exclaimed in relief, "It's that shed over there! Thank goodness! I don't see any fish monsters! We were working in that shed! The sword Watanabe is supposed to give you is inside, too! Please take it and rush to where the chief is!"
Mr. Tokito had been silent throughout the conversation until he responded, "No, I can't."
"Huh? What's that?" Mr. Kanamori sputtered much to their disbelief.
Mr. Tokito abruptly stopped in his tracks and immediately reached out a hand yanking Mr. Kanamori back. Saena and Kotetsu groaned at their bodies slamming into his, feeling as if she ran into a boulder instead.
"Ouch! You're so annoying!" Kotetsu grumbled.
Mr. Tokito paid no mind to him. He merely spoke, calm and collected as ever, "It's here."
Saena gasped at the revelation. They were just down the trail from the closed-door shed where Mrs. Watanabe and Mr. Haganezuka were in. At first, she couldn't see or feel what Mr. Tokito was sensing. It looked completely barren, until a porcelain vase rolled out of nearby bushes and placed itself right in their path.
"Hyo!" It rattled.
They regarded the thing with confusion but not Mr. Tokito. He brushed past them and placed himself in front of the herd, blade aimed in its direction. He took slow, cautious steps forward. One by one waiting for something to happen.
"I'm impressed that you noticed me! But wait, you're a Hashira," The voice in the vase giggled. They recoiled at black sludge pouring from within and forming the most hideous demon she's ever seen! Yet what frightened Saena the most was the Upper Rank kanji inscribed on the eye protruding from its fore-head. "Hyo, hyo, hyo! Is this rundown shed that important to you?"
Saena, Kotetsu, and Mr. Kanamori fell back with a frightened scream at the revelation of an upper rank demon. They shook and whimpered, fear running rampant through their veins. Not Mr. Tokito though. He stayed firmly in his place and never faltered, eyes purposely staring into those of the demon. Not even his hands shook at the sight of the monstrous creature standing before him.
The demon smirked at his boldness. It cackled, "What is it that you're being so secretive about, I wonder. Hyo, hyo!"
The frantic bells continued tolling, warning of the demons running rampant throughout the village. Yet after a few minutes, the bell stopped sounding but the screams still continued. There was so much of it, it was creating a sound lullaby in Kurai's head. Mixed with it was the ever-increasing monstrous screeches of the demons slaying and eating the swordsmiths one by one in quick succession. That hurried the pace in their steps.
She ran faster and faster in excited anticipation hunching close to the ground, before diving into a deep black hole opening up beside the trunk of a tree. It swallowed her whole in one gulp allowing her to use the momentum to swerve and swim at a much quicker pace. The darkness of the sky and the blocking of the moon allowed her to spring forth from the top of a nearby building and unsheathe her weapon from her back. Gripping the staff in both hands, she leaped off and slashed downwards as hard as she could decapitating a demon and its vase. A gleeful giggle spewing from her lips all the while. At the same time, Mitsuri joined the battle and sharply pulled her blade free from its own sheathe, twirling it in the air.
A disgusting koi demon had been about ready to sharpen its claws against a fleeing swordsmith. Except it was interrupted by the beautiful shine of bright pink slicing through the vase sitting atop its body in one perfect twirl of Mitsuri's arm. Her body flew through the air giving her the appearance of an angel that could rival even Tenshi, the pale green irises shining with clarity and concentration, announcing, "Sorry we're late! We'll take care of this right away, everyone!"
They both charged through the village side by side without falter and without a missed step. Kurai hefted her Nichirin scythe in both hands and slashed through the koi demons trying to ambush them from the side, letting the elongated marigold-colored blade go through each vase as if it were butter. In perfect unison with her, staying in perfect step and in rhythm with each other, Mitsuri's Nichirin whip-like sword danced across the countless demons charging right for them, leaving lines of bright pink in her wake. The demons went down together with horrid screams, the two not looking back to see if they were dissipating or not. Not with a horrible aura cascading large waves down the trail.
"The chief! Please look after the chief!" She heard the villagers scream after them as they continued further into the village.
The deeper they journeyed the more frequent the demons became. That didn't stop them even in the slightest. Kurai jumped into the shadows and sliced the koi demon waiting above in the trees into sashimi before they could even pounce. Their bodies landed roughly in the dirt already dissipating. Mitsuri continued twirling her blade all throughout, the swirl of pink coating the forest in a beautiful hue. The chief's home came into view and it was nearly collapsing on itself. The roof was gone, split pieces of wood and splinters littered the area, and Kurai can smell the disgusting stench of demon wafting outward.
Mitsuri jumped high as Kurai sailed through a tiny opening in between the jammed door frame and shattered window. Her body morphed halfway into the darkness, body twirling and twisting through the small opening, and landed deftly on her feet. Her scythe was arched high above her head, a smile stretching her lips even wider at the sight of what stood in front of her.
"A pity you're not the upper rank demon I was looking for, but this should be fun nonetheless," She cackled at the koi demon tripled the size of those she had just fought, four vases adorning all over instead of one. Clutching in its grasp was the village chief and his unconscious bodyguard.
Mitsuri landed beside her, sword swirled all around her body, in front of an injured man with his mask half cracked open. "You shouldn't move! You likely have internal injuries!" She quickly advised.
The man, hideously sweaty and bloody all over, gazed up at them in desperate relief. "L-Lady Kanroji! Lady Sato!" He exclaimed.
Kurai and Mitsuri placed their full concentration on the koi demon bellowing a large roar, raising itself on its hind legs to pose a challenge. It placed its shaky and frantic flitting of its pupils between the two of them. Its grip on the humans trapped within tightened harshly, blood spouting from their lips.
"Love Breathing, First Form..." Mitsuri started to recite twirling her blade all around her body releasing a gorgeous shine of pink, shifting the hilt from hand to hand, the ringing of steel piercing the air.
"Shadow Breathing, Second Form..." Kurai chanted following her lead, twisting her scythe all around her body picking up wind and a breeze. She exhaled deeply, her heartbeat slowing to nothing but a dull, quiet hum, and allowed her body to become one with the black smoke dissipating in the wind.
Mitsuri surged forward at the speed of light, her blade following after her. She wound up her body like a ballerina, performing complicated back- and front-flips, twirling and flying through the air, as her blade followed every single complex movement she made with a low humming ring. She dove for the koi demon just as it lowered its mouth to scoop her up. Kurai reappeared out of the black curtain of darkness right above it. Both women slashed downwards with all their might. They landed smoothly on their feet a moment later just behind the koi demon finishing their recited chant.
"Shivers Of First Love!"
"Black Wraith!"
The koi demon seized up, eyes going wide and mouth staying hung open, frozen for a small moment. A shimmer of pink mixing with bright marigold flashed revealing the singular winding slash and flurries of attack severing its limbs and vases.
Mitsuri raised her head and declared with a humph, "My heart would never flutter for those who needlessly hurt others!"
The koi demon toppled carelessly to its side. The earth rumbled underneath its rough crash sending the disrupted wind through their hair and clothing. Its body was already beginning to dissipate into nothing by the time the village chief slipped through, falling to the ground.
"Lord Tecchin!" Mitsuri cried dropping her sword to catch the chief in her arms. Silver tears brimmed her bottom eyelid staring down at the frail old man soaked in his own blood. "Are you all right, Lord Tecchin? Stay with me! Lord Tecchin! Can you hear me?" Kurai didn't bother with the rest of the clean up or checking on the other bodyguard. She only watched the exchange with crossed arms, absentmindedly toeing the remains of the demon that gave her a disappointingly easy battle.
The old man shakily turned his head to her. Even the mask couldn't hide the blush creasing his cheekbones at the sight of Mitsuri staring down at him. "Here I am in the arms of a young, beautiful girl! I'm on cloud nine!" He weakly coughed, a heart sputtering from the quirked purse lips of his mask.
All tears disappeared leaving only blushing cheeks on Mitsuri. "Oh my! Lord Tecchin! Please! You're far too kind," She gushed almost embarrassed.
"I fell on my head, too!" The second bodyguard whined raising a hand toward her. Even bloodied, bruised, and battered, nothing could hide the red blush flushing his face or the desperation in his tone. "Please hold my hand!"
Mitsuri turned with a loud gasp. "Oh dear, forgive me! Are you okay?!" She called worriedly to him.
"You back off!" The chief screamed raising a fist to him.
Kurai placed a finger to her chin thinking of how the situation came to be. The Swordsmith Village was a place hidden deep and well in the forests of Japan. No one, absolutely no one, would have been able to stumble upon it accidentally or randomly, much less a demon of all things. Not even she would have been able to find it. She was forced through the same ordeal as everyone else in order to reach the village; blindfolded and carried. It had to be the work of an upper rank demon!
So where the hell is it?! Out of all the demons she's fought, she only found its lackeys! She was starting to get bored and impatient! How is she supposed to taunt Tomioka she fought one before he could if she can't even find it in a small village such as the one she's in?! One way or another she will find it and show that bastard just how much a strong Hashira she really is!
Chaos. Commotion. It shuddered the building violently underneath her. It vibrated all around Kagami, buzzing and stinging the air painfully, wanting to make her stumble over her own feet. Tanjiro was somewhere behind the screen of Aizetsu and Ken'o, shielding he and Nezuko from her sight. She wanted to know what happened to the duo. Her mind raced wondering what had become of them, what caused the angry growls and maniacal cackles of the rest of the demons hiding behind that wall. Even with the contract insisting she go to his aid, she continued to ignore it. She had her own fight to deal with.
She and Genya stood side by side, weapons raised, and glares trained solely on the Sorrow and Disgust Demon blocking their path. Those two didn't pay any mind to what their counterparts were doing behind their backs to Tanjiro and Nezuko. Instead, Aizetsu hefted its yari in both hands. The acid swirling around Ken'o's arm thickened. Their darkened faces spoke of death and their eyes the greed of tearing them apart. She and Genya felt the same way.
"You're not dying on me yet, are you, Genya?" She had asked almost teasingly. She arched her sword at her side, the flame lining and spilling from her blade to the ground. She fought against the agonizing pain spreading from her fingers to her arms. It took every ounce of her strength to not even cast a glance to the black simmering holes Ken'o left in her flesh.
Genya laughed against the pain, against the multiple bloody wounds embedded in his body, with a smirk. "As if I could lose against a couple of weaklings. Don't get in my way, Kagami."
Kagami smirked at that. "Wouldn't dream of it. I still remember our promise."
Yes, she remembered the promise they made just an hour ago. The promise that had her clutching his hands in her own. That had her staring determinedly into his eyes without any falter. Without any hesitance. She wanted him to feel her courage, her bravery, and most importantly her devotion to him. She made the promise with full intention on keeping it. The feeling of betrayal, shame, and disappointment, she wanted neither of them to feel it with each other. No matter what, she won't fail him.
"Dragon Breathing, Ninth Form..." At her exhale, the shifting of her breathing, the sound of it hissing in between her teeth, Genya pulled the trigger of his shotgun, the loud bang breaking the sound barrier and bursting her eardrums into a high-pitch squeal. Kagami slashed upwards toward the demons, finishing, "Golden Wall of Blazing Fire!"
The demons looked to have reared their bodies back to only avoid her blade from slashing across their tongues just as Tanjiro did to the others. What they didn't expect, what they didn't see, was the golden wall of flames sprouting from the ground and engulfing Genya's bullets. They noticed too late at the terrible explosion of red, yellow, orange, and white blinding their vision. Kagami's body was blown backwards by the flesh-searing heat, smoke coughing out of her lungs, her body landing just inches away Genya's. They were on their feet in an instant watching carefully at the tower of flame blocking the demons from view.
Kagami gasped at the sudden ring of steel. "Genya, move!" She screamed shoving him from her side to across the room. The instant they separated the yari emerged from the flames like a volley of flame-tipped arrows. It skimmed past their noses, leaving a line of blood running across their face, and took the floor with it.
She was blown backwards again as the floor imploded from down-up. Wood landed all around her, smacking and jabbing into her body as she covered her head. Acid caught aflame dripped all around and on her body. She frantically cut away the hair burning on her head. No amount of blowing or wiping would remove the extra acid eating away at her skin and clothing. She glanced down at her arms, legs, and realized it continued to eat away at her body. It wouldn't be before long she would be nothing but a husk fighting for her life. If her life was taken, so be it! But she needed to get rid of the demons for Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Genya's sake! She needed to think on how to inflict massive damage on the enemy! An attack they can't recover from right away!
Bullet casings fell at her side accompanying the ear-splitting bangs of a shotgun. Her vision was blinded by fire, its embers, acid, and black smoke creating a thick and hazy fog in the room. Still, the flash of white told her which direction it was coming from. She jumped on her feet and called out, "Genya!"
A silhouette emerged from the smoke. Acid pooled all around her feet burning and charring whatever remained of the wood. Kagami immediately arched her blade above her head, recited, "Dragon Breathing, Third Form, Beating Wing!" and slashed downwards!
Immediately, the gust of a storm surged throughout the room taking away the floating embers and billowing smoke. Her hair whipped her face but she still angled her blade high, parrying the blow meant for her head. A sea of sparks flew across her vision, the ringing of steel muffled against her bruised eardrums, as she glared into Aizetsu's face. "Where's Genya?!" She demanded.
"He could've had a swift, painless death if he had let me," Aizetsu sighed woefully pressing its yari further and harder into their clashed weapons. It pushed off forcing her to take a few stumbled steps. It would've stabbed her abdomen, the attack almost too fast for her to catch, if she hadn't brought her blade downward forcing the tip of the yari to embed in the ground instead. Her muscles ached keeping the weapon at her feet, the demon fighting her strength, but she wouldn't give up. "Except he is being just as stubborn as you are. Now he is suffering."
"I don't believe you!" She screamed stomping a foot on its weapon. She swiftly turned the tip of her blade up and jabbed it into the air towards its skull. The demon reared backwards and forced a jump in the other direction. "Don't think I was bluffing when I said I would make your death as painful as possible if you kill him. It would be you begging for a swift, merciful death once I'm done with you!"
Kagami stabbed her blade into the ground, her blood mixing and swirling with the embers still fighting to stay alive, screaming, breathing, "Dragon Breathing, Fifth Form, Fiery Hell!"
The entire ground all around erupted into a fiery inferno of hell flames. She felt none of its heat, none of the hot wind flaring and swirling around the entire room, nor noticed any flames singing and burning into her blackened flesh. Only anger and a thirst for death coursing through her poisoned blood staring at the demon screaming at the fire biting and searing its skin. If she couldn't reach its tongue with her sword, she will melt it off if she has to! The demons were weakened and their regeneration that much slower if their kanji-inscribed tongues were injured! She needs to hold it off until she can find Genya!
Snatching her sword from the ground, she ignored the screaming Aizetsu and swiftly moved through the flames, dodging in between collapsing wood pillars spraying smoke and embers in the air and jumping over burnt furniture about ready to turn to ash. The fire was already beginning to die down the moment the sword left the wood but she needed a weapon to defend herself. She didn't know the exact amount of time it would take for Aizetsu to heal, and she didn't want to be caught off guard when it finally did.
Kagami noticed two figures in the distance. The smoke made their figures hazy but she knew the outline of that mohawk from anywhere! She hurried forward, screaming, "Genya!" and raised her sword to slice Ken'o's tongue. Yet she stopped short at the sound of an unfamiliar growl.
Her breath got caught in her throat as the smoke parted itself revealing the sight of Ken'o pinned against the crumbling wall, its acidic hands wrapped tightly around its attacker's burning neck. Even more so at the aura she thought she'd never feel again. Before she left for her mission to the Mugen Train, an unfamiliar and unique aura had infiltrated the Butterfly Mansion. She felt it again, right there and then. Her shaky eyes landed on the blackened sclera and yellow irises turned to her. The reveal of fangs dripping saliva and drool out of the corners of his mouth. The blistering skin simmering and cooking but healing almost instantly among her dying flames and excess acid. The long yellow-tipped black mohawk-styled hair flowing in the hot breeze. The revelation of Genya Shinazugawa transformed as a demon.
"Genya..." She mumbled his name staring at the boy releasing guttural growls.
The wounds caused by Aizetsu had already healed. The flesh-eating and -burning acid by Ken'o regenerated whilst being destroyed all at once. They stopped and stared at each other for however much time they were allowed. His pupils shook almost frantically, almost fearfully, as she stood there sword raised, shaking in her grip. Then, because they were so focused on each other, wondering what the other would do, Ken'o stabbed its claws deep into Genya's eyes. A throaty scream of agonizing pain spilled from his lips.
Kagami saw red, an inhumane growl escaping her lips, heart thundering faster and faster with rage, and charged forward. She raised her sword high and sliced the demon's arms off. She grabbed its severed hand still attached to Genya's face and roughly tore it free. She couldn't stifle her cries as her entire hand was engulfed in acid. Her bones poked through burning as it met air. She could no longer hold her sword in her left grip, but she still held to it tightly in the other. Slinging an arm around Genya's shoulders, she quickly maneuvered them away from the regenerating demons just as a chunk of the building exploded, sending them sprawling across the ground.
It was complete chaos. She could hear Karaku's cackle and following that was the violent tremor of the building. She could feel the ferocious gust of wind swirling above her head taking large chunks of the building with it. The air buzzed with electricity, static volts shocking her, following Sekido's growl. Tanjiro and Nezuko must be giving them a run for their money, but how long will that last?
She crawled weakly to Genya's side and lifted him in her arms. "Genya... you need to get up. You need to help Tanjiro and Nezuko-" She was interrupted by another blast taking the roof off their heads. She coughed against the splinters and flames pouring out into the night sky. "Genya! Get up!" She begged.
"You shouldn't be touching me. I can smell your marechi blood through the acid cooking our flesh," He spat sitting on his knees. Even with his demonic regeneration, his eyes were taking long, too long, to heal. His blistering flesh still bubbled horrifically. He tried to rip the hands holding his shoulders off. "Why aren't you afraid of me?! You should be trying to kill me! Why are you still here?!"
Kagami replaced her hands on his head and brought their faces together just inches apart. "Because you're my friend! Friends help each other no matter what they are! If I slayed every demon I saw without a thought, Nezuko Kamado would be dead by now!" She exclaimed. His face went slack. "I made a promise, remember? I intend to keep it no matter what needs to be done." With that, she slit her only remaining good hand opened and let a stream of blood spill. "Drink it."
She felt his body stiffen. "No," He immediately protested.
"You have to drink my blood. Marechi's blood is the equivalent of a hundred humans. It will make you stronger, regenerate faster, and give you the ability to stop Upper Rank 4. Ken'o's acid is eating away the rest of my body. I can't feel my arms anymore and my legs are starting to go numb. I won't be able to last much longer, but you can. Please just take it-!" She tried begging him.
His hands slammed down on her shoulders. Her breath got caught in her throat. "Kagami, stop! You are not dying! We are going to make it through this-together!"
Bloody tears slipped out of her eyes and trailed her cheek. Even those lines burned deep into her skin. Her body was disintegrating right before her eyes, and there was nothing she can do about it. She barely survived Lower One, Upper Three, and Upper Six, but it was only because of Mr. Rengoku and Mr. Uzui. Did she seriously need the help of a Hashira every single time she's in danger in order to win? In order to live? Mitsuri and Kurai were gone, and Muichiro was no doubt saving the village chief first. There would be no help from a Hashira. Only from themselves. She will do what she can to help her friends... even if she won't be there to see Nezuko smile under the sun again.
Heart aching horribly in her chest, Kagami released a shuddered breath. "Don't you trust me, Genya?" She whispered delicately. At first he didn't say anything. Only small noises escaped him. "Do you trust me?" She asked again firmer that time swallowing the lump in her throat.
Genya looked down for a moment then back up at her. There was resolve in his stance. "I do."
Kagami shakily rose her sword and tilt the edge of her blade against her mouth. "Genya Shinazugawa," She started to speak already tasting metal, "You are the first and only demon I will ever part my blood with. I trust you impeccably. No matter what anyone says, no matter what your brother says of you, you deserve more than what you have received in this life. I'm sorry I won't be there to see you smile again. Promise me that you will. Promise me you'll make up with your brother."
Bloody tears of his own slipped free. His grip shook tremendously on her shoulders. They both stared teary-eyed at each other, sobs threatening to choke out. "I promise," He croaked. Then, he added, rougher, "I'm going to spill the Disgust Demon's entrails and make him wish he'd never been made a demon."
Kagami smiled, a genuine one, and finished, "May we meet again in another, happier life," before cutting her tongue off.
Shutting off the pain rising from the back of her throat, blocking out the pool of blood filling her jaw, closing her eyes tightly, she grabbed Genya's face and slammed her lips against his. She didn't allow him to pull away from the shock of what she had done, and he looked to have almost rejected her gift for a moment. Firmly keeping her hands planted on his face, she forced his mouth opened with her own and allowed the blood to continue flowing into his. Finally she heard him gulp. Felt his adam's apple bob big and loud with every ounce that flowed into him. With every drop that left her feeling weaker and weaker.
Slowly, his arms wrapped around her and brought her body to him before she could collapse to the ground in sheer weakness. He was taking every last drop she could give him, and she was happy for it. She wanted him to have everything she could offer. What was her giving him blood in the beginning suddenly turned into a hasty, desperate kiss. Their lips had moved against each other's for a moment before his fangs punctured her bottom lip. A gasp escaped her at the sudden move, but she continued to let him have access to her blood.
In a way, her actions were an apology for not kissing him sooner. For not giving herself to him when she knew she wanted to. Her muddled feelings for Inosuke kept her from pursing something that could've made her happy even if it would've been just for a couple minutes. What she regretted the most was not saying goodbye to Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, and so many others she loved and cared for, and those who loved her in return.
Mr. Rengoku, I hope you're proud of me. Father, mother, I'm coming... She began to think to herself but she couldn't finish her thoughts.
The entire building exploded all around them.