Back on the island, Kyojuro was now bound to a long wooden pole as he was before, and was being led back to the same bonfire he was to be cooked over from before his failed escape attempt. "Well," he remarked to himself. "Being cooked alive by demons was not how I expected to die, but fuck it, it is what it is."

The leader of the demon tribe then stepped forward, brandishing Kyojuro's sword and triumphantly declaring, "Tonight, we dine like kings on the body of a Pillar, and give thanks to our master, the creator of all demons, who will bless us for our greatest achievement of all! With this, the Rengoku Family Line will be no more, and we will not be harassed and killed by them ever again!" The entire crowd cheered and hollered wildly in response. "As the leader of our tribe, I will set the fire that will cook our feast! For the Master!"

The entire crowd cheered back, "FOR THE MASTER!"

Suddenly, just as the leader was about to light his fire, a runner of the tribe rushed to the center next to him. "Wait, hold on!" As the entire crowd fell silent and turned to him, he shouted, "There are two more demons on this island, and they're on the side of the Demon Slayers! We need to kill them! They are looking for our prize!"

"Those are my Tsuguko," Kyojuro confirmed to them. "James Colby and Susamaru. Kibutsuji Muzan must have told you all about them. I'd like to see you guys try to kill them. They won't stop until I'm safe." After a brief pause and confusion among the ranks, he added, "Well? What the fuck are you guys waiting for? Go get them!"

The leader wielded Kyojuro's sword and held it into the air, yelling, "Kill the traitors!"

"KILL THE TRAITORS!" The whole crowd then followed the leader as they abandoned the camp and headed to the village.

As the last of them left, Kyojuro began squirming around in his restraints, managing to shake around and make the pole he was tied to fall off its supports. "Alright…" He then undid his leg restraints and quickly jumped up to his feet, his upper body still tied to the pole, as he ran off. "Haha! I'm free!" As he ran to the footbridge across the ravine once more, he decided to try to use the pole as a vault to get across and even potentially free himself. "Come on! Come on! Work, damn it!" He managed to plant one end of the pole firmly into the ground after running at an angle, and then launched himself. However, to his horror, not only did the pole not come off, but he did not make it across. "Oh shit! No!"

As he fell, the ends of the pole scraped along the walls of the ravine, eventually stopping his fall rather abruptly before the rope used to tie him to the pole began to unravel and untie itself, causing him to hang from his left foot above the ground a short distance below.

Once the pole began to snap from the weight, he remarked to himself, "Fuck me…" He then screamed as the pole snapped in half and he fell onto the ground fifteen feet below, followed by the rope. Finally, as he looked up, he saw both halves of the pole fly towards him. "Oh shit!" Thankfully, to his immediate relief, both poles missed his head and body by a few feet as they became implanted on the ground. "Thank God…"

"Rengoku-san! Rengoku-san!" The distinctive voice of Susamaru rang out from the bottom of the ravine as he turned and saw his two Tsuguko looking for him.

"Hey! Over here!"

"Sir," James yelled out as they both rushed over. "Sir! Are you alright?!"

"Yeah," Kyojuro replied as he slowly came to his feet and dusted himself off. "The fuckers took my sword, though. I think they're all heading to the village. We need to evacuate the whole island. There's like thirty of them."

Susamaru immediately exclaimed in disbelief, "Thirty demons?! What the fuck?!"

"Yeah," Kyojuro nodded as he ran to get to the village. "Let's go warn them before it's too late! The mayor told me about a shortcut to the village from the bottom of the ravine! Follow me!"

"Thirty demons," James thought to himself as he readied his sword. "This will require a long battle as we evacuate all the villagers. I've never heard of so many being congregated in a single place before!"

Meanwhile, at the Tokito Estate, Mukago and Muichiro had just arrived back home from a mission together where Mukago had gotten her first kill against a demon. The two essentially burst through the front door of the house, already kissing each other, with Mukago high off of her first demon kill. The two could not wait for the bedroom it seemed, and as Muichiro essentially tore Mukago's new uniform off of her, she did the same as she told him, "I need it, Muichiro-san."

"Me too," he replied quickly as the two began to kiss again, stripped down to their underwear by now. "Never more than now have I wanted it."

For the next 20 or so minutes, loud moans and gasps echoed throughout the Tokito Estate as the young couple made love right in the front living room. The two were all alone in the house, and they took full advantage of living in a rural area by holding nothing back.

When it was all said and done, the two got up from the floor of the living room and walked together to Muichiro's bedroom. As they walked in, still both undressed, Mukago told him, "I wanna go again. I… I don't know why I feel this, but I feel compelled to fuck you again, Muichiro."

"Again?!" Muichiro was shocked. "You mean girls can go at it multiple times?"

Mukago laughed at his nativity. "Yes, we can."

"Before you two have sex again," then interrupted Ginko as she flew into the room from a half-opened window. "Which, by the way, I could hear from the outside… I need to deliver a message to Tokito-sama."

Muichiro, his face turning a bright red, "How loud were we?"

"I could hear your girlfriend from about 2 Jo* above the house," Ginko replied. (A/N: 2 Jo=Approximately 6m or 20 ft) "Anyway, the message is as follows:"

Dear Tokito Muichiro,

I request that you bring Mukago to the next High Council meeting. There is discomfort among the ranks of the High Priests about her presence in the corps, and I want to dispel any bad words or rumors about Mukago before they begin. I know she is good, but not all the High Priests may know. I trust her, don't worry, but I need the trust of the others, too.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya

"They don't trust me?" Mukago felt hurt by the message, and sighed as Ginko flew off and away from the room. "Damn it… I killed a demon, and yet it feels like nobody will care."

"You heard the Oyakata-sama," Muichiro countered. "He trusts you. I trust you. The rest of the Pillars are fine with you. It's those damn High Priests we have to be worried about." He then went up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips, slightly surprising her. "Mukago, don't worry about it, okay?"

Her sorrowful expression turned into a smile as she nodded. "Right. If we can convince them, we'll be good."

Meanwhile, Enmu and KM4 Patrick Cleburne, a former Confederate major general who was later turned into a demon to spare him from death in 1864, laid out a design for a time bomb inside an office in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress. Patrick, who had a noticeable Irish accent in his English, had been taught Japanese by the Jackson Brothers, and had been to Japan before with them as part of official trips to Muzan's headquarters. "So we got the stopwatch right over here," he pointed to Enmu. "I'll wire it to stop at a specific time, and when it does, it'll trigger the detonator caps right here, which will ignite the rest of the explosives. Now, we gotta make sure there's enough shrapnel to cause maximum injury and death."

"Exactly," Enmu agreed with a nod. "I'll enjoy seeing humans ripped to shreds with this. We'll pack it full of nails, ball bearings, screws, shards of glass, you name it. With these plans finalized, I have the whole plan for each attack finalized."

"Let me hear it," Patrick replied in anticipation as Enmu revealed a notebook of his own writings and flipped to a page in it.

"I'll pay off a ticketmaster at the station we're targeting to use a bunch of pens I had some of my human servants construct," Enmu explained. "These pens all carry a special ink that has my blood mixed inside to link me to any human who touched them. The ticketmaster will be paid to only use these pens on tickets for a specific train." He then pulled a pen from his pocket. "You gotta admit, these are pretty well-made, are they not?"

"They are," Patrick nodded.

"Anyway," Enmu continued as he put the pen back away in his jacket. "You will board the train right before the train I hit to place the bomb. You and your men will move cars and go away from the bomb you left before it explodes. The first train will explode, which will cause a serious delay and allow me to make my move on the passengers of the second. Me and Akaza will devour everyone on the second train while you and your men attack the first train as an armed force, killing as many survivors as you can and fleeing before police can arrive." He sighed and smiled as he looked over what he believed was his crowning achievement as a servant of Muzan Kibutsuji. "We'll strike terror right into the heart of Modern Japan with this plan. Soon, everyone will know the name of our master, and we will succeed in our quest to conquer Japan, and then the whole world!"

"The Jacksons will certainly be pleased as well," Patrick added with an affirmative nod. "Rest assured, this will be the greatest terror attack ever inflicted upon mankind. The whole world will tremble at the feet of us demons and the Kibutsujist Movement, and let us superior beings take reign of this planet as our rightful domain over the pathetic humans."

Then, a third demon, this time one with many blue and white stripes and markings on his body, entered the room. "So," he asked them both. "Is that bomb design finished?"

"Indeed it is," Enmu replied to the third demon. "Akaza, I'll get you up to speed on our plan…"