November 26, 1913

As the gang enjoyed a nice breakfast to start the day, still high off of the excitement and relief of killing the Chicago Cannibals, Sanemi offered to his brother in a rare instance of the two getting along well, "Do you need more salt for you food?"

"Don't mind if I do," he replied before taking a salt shaker from Sanemi's hands. "Thank you."

Gyomei in particular was shocked to hear the two getting along so well, thinking to himself, "This is so odd. They're not angry or yelling at each other. What's the deal with this?" Not wanting to risk turning to the wrong person and whispering in their ear, he instead kept his actual question in his head and asked the brother, "So, um, how's your morning so far, Genya and Shinazugawa?"

"Pretty good," they both said at the same time, prompting Genya to ask his brother, "You wanna go first?"

"Yeah," Sanemi replied. "So yeah, I had a good morning. Before breakfast, I was training in the rear yard. Usual sword swinging, you know?"

Gyomei then asked, "And you, Genya?"

"I didn't really do much before I sat down for breakfast," he shrugged.

Chiyo turned to Vèro on the side and whispered to her, "Okay, what the Hell is happening? Why are they getting along all of a sudden?"

Vèro whispered back, "I had a talk with them and told them to talk it out when I was done. Maybe it worked."

"I hope it did. I don't want another fight like that. It felt so awkward being in the middle when you and Shinazugawa-san fought."

The Day Before

After Vèro had left the room following her talk with both of them, Sanemi and Genya sat in silence for a full minute and a half, contemplating what to say to each other and trying to find the right way to say it out loud. Both knew they had to talk to each other, but neither of them wanted to be the one to start it, fearing they would say the wrong thing and prematurely end the attempt at reconciliation. The tension in the air grew stronger and stronger as each second ticked by, and finally, after waiting for what felt like hours, Genya began by telling Sanemi, "I never felt truly angry at you for killing Mom."

Sanemi looked at him and nodded. "I figured as much. To be honest, she died the minute she was transformed by Muzan. The thing I killed was not our mother anymore." He then took a deep breath. "And, well… What Renaud said was true. I was afraid of what would happen to you if you stuck around me."

Genya asked, "Why? You knew I could handle myself in a fight."

"Even so, I was still afraid. Imagine if one of our other siblings that was younger than you signed up to be a slayer. Even if you knew they could fight well, wouldn't you be scared shitless?"

"Good point," Genya conceded. "When you put it that way, I start to understand. Even so… I guess it backfired, huh?"

Sanemi gave a faint smile. "I guess it did. Well, it's too late to kick your ass out now, isn't it?"

"Way too late. Speaking of our mom… Knowing what I know now about demons since I've become a demon slayer, I shouldn't have called you a murderer."

"You were confused and scared," Sanemi excused him. "In hindsight, I can see why you said that. It doesn't make it right, but I can see the reasoning behind it."

Genya shrugged. "I guess. You know… All this time, I thought you genuinely hated me, and yet here we are…"

"I never did," Sanemi confirmed. "I just wanted you to be normal, so I tried to push you away from me."

Genya and Sanemi then went silent again, staring at each other and occasionally looking around the room for a few seconds before locking eyes again. After another minute of dead air had passed in the room, Genya broke the silence with, "I can see myself doing the same if the roles were reversed, Sanemi."

Nodding silently, Sanemi waited a few more seconds before replying to him with, "We're gonna work on this. It'll take a while, but we can do this."

"Agreed."

"I'm surprised neither of us started screaming at each other. Usually, we would by now on most days."

"Today isn't most days, or something like that."

Sanemi then said to him, "Well, I guess that's about it. I'll see you in the morni-"

Genya tugged on his shirt as he got up to interrupt him. "Wait." He then surprised Sanemi with a welcoming and meaningful hug. "Thank you…"

Sanemi was taken aback by the embrace from his younger brother, and initially froze for a few seconds, but then slowly returned it. "No, thank you, Genya."

The two then split from their much-needed hug together. Genya told Sanemi, "I'll be out practicing in the rear yard. Do you wanna come with me?"

Sanemi replied, "Hmmm… Why not? We could do some sword practice before we go to sleep. Let's go." The two then walked out of the room to grab their swords, their relationship slowly getting repaired. It would take time to fully repair it, but the blueprints were finally there.

Present

In the late evening, as darkness fell onto a Chicago that no longer had to deal with the cannibals and thus was ever closer to peace, Yasuhiro and Vèro were talking with John Glessner himself alone in a study room. "So," Yasuhiro asked him as the three of them all read separate books. "What brought you into the world of hunting demons, Mr. Glessner?"

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," John replied as he then cleared his throat and set his book down. "After all, someone like me normally doesn't get involved in such affairs. Well, a long, long time ago, I was involved in an organization known as the Chicago Orphan Asylum. I was involved in a multitude of such charities, and at this one, I met a young boy who told me a story that sounded so fantastical I thought it couldn't have been true."

Vèro inferred as she set her book down, "I assume his family was murdered by a demon?"

"Correct," John replied with a slow nod. "He told me his whole family save for him and one of his five sisters had been killed by a ghoul, or as what you would say, a demon. You see, when we normally hear the word demon, we think of the entities described in the Bible, who generally cannot be seen and normally don't have a physical body. They're like ghosts, albeit they're not the spirit of a deceased person. We normally don't refer to ghouls as demons here, at least we didn't until we started getting word of how the Japanese were taking care of them."

Yasuhiro then asked, "And then you met Mr. Haugen?"

"About two weeks later, I did." John chuckled. "It's funny how we met, actually. He was coming back from a mission and I happened to overhear him talking about ghouls and whatnot on the street with another hunter who has since passed away. It suddenly clicked in my head that that orphan boy I had met two weeks prior was telling the truth, so I approached him and asked him about ghouls. We got to talking for about an hour straight, and at the end of it, I invited him over to the house the following day. We've been business partners and even friends ever since, and that was about 16 years ago when he was about 20."

Vèro replied to him, "How virtuous. So, any plans for to-" All of them were then interrupted by gunshots out front. Vèro immediately got up and looked out a window to see what was going on, only to barely miss getting hit with a bullet when one flew through the window and smashed it, lodging in the ceiling. "Shit!"

Yasuhiro said to John as they both got up and ran out of the room, "We're under attack. Let's go!"

Out front, Ambrose, Jun, and Yoshimi had fired many rounds from rifles they had been carrying into the house. As they finished firing and reloaded their rifles, a police officer yelled over to them, "Drop your rifles! That's an order!" Both he and his partner drew their guns at them.

Ambrose pulled a revolver and shot both of the police officers dead before they had a chance to fire back, the two of them crumpling to the ground and staining the sidewalk with their blood. "Enough distractions," he said to the group. "Let's head on in!"

They then were stopped in their tracks when return fire from the Glessner House rained down on them. Yoshimi yelled as they all took cover behind a Ford Model T parked on the side of the street, "Fuck, they got serious firepower too!"

In the house, Vèro, Chiyo, and Rinji were firing down on them with their revolvers and a rifle that Ed had given them. Nobody had been injured as of yet from the attack despite many rounds being fired on both sides aside from the two cops who had been killed. Sanemi ran into the room and told them, "Stay here and keep firing at them! Cover me and Himejima! We're going out to kill them!"

"Got it," Vèro replied as she reloaded her revolver. "Tell the guys we need more bullets for our revolvers!"

Sanemi passed by Yasuhiro in the hallway and told him, "Hey, they need more bullets for their revolvers up there!"

"Got it," he replied before running in the opposite direction to grab a case of DSC revolver bullets from his bedroom.

As Sanemi raced down the stairs, he happened to pass by John's wife Frances and nearly ran into her. "My apologies," Sanemi quickly said to her before running back down the stairs.

"Oh my!" Frances was shocked to see the fighting going on outside her front doorstep, and was nearly knocked off her feet by Sanemi. As she looked around, John walked down the stairs. "John, what did I come back to?"

"I'll explain later," John told her, since his wife had been away on a vacation with her family for the entire duration of the visit by the Japanese demon slayers, which had been arranged by John to protect her in case something bad had happened. "Come take cover in the basement before something bad happens!"

Sanemi shouted as he ran to the front door, "Himejima, where are you?!"

"Here!" Gyomei and Genya ran from another room to meet him. "I have Genya with me! He's got his shotgun, too!"

As Sanemi met up with Gyomei and Genya, the three of them drew their main weapons and burst out of the front door to the street, with Jun quickly getting out from his cover to confront them. Genya fired two rounds from his shotgun as he charged out first, striking Jun in the upper face and chest and knocking him to the ground. "Take that, asshole!"

"Agh, fuck!" Jun pulled himself back on the pavement with his hands as the top half of his head attempted to regrow. He then ripped a while cobblestone off of the ground with his sheer strength and threw it at the three of them. "Eat stones!"

Gyomei could sense the cobblestone coming towards him and quickly deflected it with his flail, which also shattered it into many pieces. "You can't get us that easily!" He then swung his flail and axe together and declared, "Breath of Stone, First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar!" By pulling the chain around, he was able to swing his weapon around wildly, slicing through a tree and a street mailbox before cutting Jun in half at his waist. "Alright, wanna split up and chase the three of them down individually?"

"Hang on!" Ed then charged out with a shotgun and a short sword of his own, holding the former and carrying the latter in a sheath on his belt, running past Gyomei. "I can take this first asshole!" As Jun threw another cobblestone he ripped off of the street while still trying to reattach his severed half, Ed dodged it and fired two rounds of his pump-action shotgun, striking Jun twice in the head. "How's that?!"

"Motherfucker!"

Ed then fired a third round at him, striking him once again and finally managing to put an end to Jun's life. "And there's one!" He then took aim at Ambrose and Yoshimi as they fired at him, firing the last five shells in his shotgun as he retreated back to the trio of Japanese slayers. "Take those other two out!"

Sanemi then ran towards Ambrose and Yoshimi as they both reloaded their guns at the same time. "Reloading together's a pretty fucking stupid move! Breath of Wind, Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind!" He then unleashed four slashes down upon the car they were hiding behind, managing to slice through the car completely and cut off Ambrose's left arm, which also made him drop his gun.

"Fuck you!" Yoshimi ripped away a piece of metal from the wreck of the car and then smacked Sanemi with it, blowing him back several feet due to the force of the attack. Sanemi had tried to deflect it, but was unable to before the metal made contact with his body. Yoshimi then charged at Sanemi, his sword lying several feet away on the ground.

"Sanemi!" Genya immediately ran out and snagged a small piece of Jun's flesh before his body began to disappear and quickly ate it, allowing him to grow in size and tower over everyone else. "Get your hands off of my brother!" Genya then tackled Yoshimi onto the ground, punching him several times and caving his face in before Yoshimi stabbed his leg several times with a knife he had, causing Genya to scream in pain and retreat off of him. "Agh, shit! That hurt!"

As Genya began to once again shrink down in size so his body could heal his wounds, Sanemi raced for his sword and quickly grabbed it before Yoshimi had the chance to take it away. "Here we go!" He quickly declared as he attacked, "First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!" At a frantic pace, he then dashed forward and managed to slice Yoshimi's head completely clean off of his body after pushing the blade fully through his neck. As his body fell and his head bounced around on the ground, Sanemi yelled to the others, "Go find that American and kill that piece of shit! He's the only one left!"

Ambrose by this point was trying to run, realizing he was now outnumbered and outgunned. As Gyomei and Sanemi attended Genya and his injuries and several police officers arrived to assist them and their fallen colleagues, Ed chased Ambrose down, running after him down South Prairie Avenue and then onto East 18th Street. Vèro and Rinji soon joined him, the two of them having run outside just as Ambrose was running away. Ed shouted at him, "Get the Hell back here! You can't run from us forever!"

Vèro, who was right behind Ed, similarly shouted, "Stop, Mr. Hill! You're finished!"

Ambrose pushed a middle-aged married couple out of the way as he then rounded a corner onto South Indiana Avenue, with Ed and Vèro remaining hot on his tail. "Get the fuck outta my way!" As he raced down the sidewalk, he then pushed over a food cart to try to slow down his pursuers, which only succeeded in causing the owner of said food cart to also pursue him in anger. "Fuck, now I got three after me!"

The third man who chased him shouted in an Italian accent, "What in God's name is wrong with you?! You knocked my cart over!"

Vèro began firing at Ambrose as she slowly ran ahead of Ed, trying to strike him to slow him down. After missing five times, she got a hit with the sixth shot, getting him in the upper leg and sending him to the ground. However, he quickly got back up and pushed Ed away as he tried to tackle him before stabbing him in the stomach with a knife. Ed screamed in pain, "Fuck! Vèro, keep chasing him!"

Ambrose then got up as the Italian man stopped to help. The Italian man asked Ed, "Sir, are you okay?! Where did you get stabbed?!"

"In the stomach," Ed told him before he turned to Vèro. "What the fuck are you waiting for?! Chase him!"

Vèro quickly got moving again and proceeded to once again give chase as Ambrose rounded another corner and ran into a narrow alleyway. As he jumped up onto the ladder of a fire escape, however, he felt a searing pain in the leg that had been shot by Vèro, which was the result of the poisoned bullet she had used. "Agh, shit, my leg! My God damn leg hurts!"

"All my bullets are poisoned!" Vèro then caught up to Ambrose and tried to pull him down from the fire escape, but he kicked her in the face and broke her nose, allowing him to crawl up despite the significant pain in his injured leg. "Tabarnak! Mon nez!" As blood poured onto the ground from her nose injury, she drew her sword and climbed up onto the fire escape. "Sacrament!"

"Get the Hell away from me, you quadroon bitch! Fuck you and your sword!"

Vèro yelled back as she swung her sword at him, "Fuck you!" Ambrose himself then drew his own sword to deflect her. Vèro then readied herself for an attack to hold his own attacks off. "Breath of Wind, Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree!" With this move, she not only defended herself, but also ripped his sword out of his hands. However, Ambrose was able to grab it before it fell off of the fire escape and once again attacked. He then jumped down from the fire escape, his leg now beginning to heal. "Come back here!" Vèro quickly climbed down, knowing she would have broken her legs if she had jumped from the same height he had done. "You can't get away from me, Ambrose Powell Hill!"

Once she was on the ground, Ambrose charged at her with all of his might, determined to put an end to her existence. "Now is the moment of truth! I am no longer bound by illness as a demon! I can kill anyone I want! I can easily kill you!"

"You wish you could kill me, you bastard! First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!" Vèro also charged forward, and as the two got closer to meeting, they screamed at each other before a clash of swords and the cutting of flesh was heard and the two of them stopped dead in their tracks on opposite ends of the alley, the walls on the buildings surrounding the alley now coated in blood that had flown out from the clash.

A man who was watching the fight from above then pointed at Ambrose and declared to others watching the fight from their apartment windows and fire escapes, "Look! Look at that man below!"

As the dust settled, Vèro said to Ambrose, "And that's that, Mr. Hill." Her opponent's head slid off of his neck before his body crumpled and fell onto the ground, spilling a large amount of blood onto the ground. Ambrose Powell Hill had been defeated and killed, and with the deaths of Jun and Yoshimi, all of Muzan's New Lower Moons had also been killed as well. Vèro had done so without even getting slashed by him.

Vèro then walked away as his body began to disappear, calmly strolling down South Indiana Avenue as she sheathed her sword. As she went back to Ed and the Italian man, she saw that a police officer had also stopped to help him. She told all four of them, "Ambrose Powell Hill is dead."

"He is?" Ed smiled and said to her as he was carefully laid out on a makeshift stretcher using a large wooden plank, "Thank God… Thanks, Vèronique."

The police officer asked her, "Where's the attacker's body?"

"In that alleyway," Vèro told him as she pointed to the alleyway. "Though his body is probably all gone by now. Only his clothes remain."

The officer, confused, asked her, "Only his clothes?"

"It was a demon, or, as you would say here, a ghoul."

"A ghoul?! That was a ghoul?!"

"So you know about them," Ed replied to the officer. "Well, that saves us a lot of explaining. Now, hurry up and get me to a damn hospital already! We can talk on the way there!"

"Ah, right," the police officer replied before asking Vèro, "Can you help me lift this man up? We'll take him to the nearest hospital."

"Sure." Vèro then took a corner as a second police officer took the last open corner. All three then counted down and lifted on the count of one, hoisting Ed up and quickly carrying the large wooden plank he was lying on down the avenue.

Back on South Prairie Avenue, Sanemi had already sheathed his sword as Chiyo, Genya, Rinji, and Yasuhiro patrolled the area around the house for any other demons, which thankfully turned out to be nonexistent. He turned to Gyomei and asked him, "That's the last of Kibutsuji's New Lower Moons bullshit, right?"

"I believe so," Gyomei confirmed with a nod. "Now all we have are the Upper Moons to deal with. I pray for our success against them in the near future, Shinazugawa-san. The fight only gets tougher from here."

"Damn right it does," Sanemi agreed. "But we'll be ready when those fuckers come at us with all their might."

Inside, John, who had observed the battle, said to himself from his bedroom window, "Those boys, and those two girls too, did a fine job out there."

Frances asked him, "Are you sure you want to keep involving yourself in this?"

"Of course," John replied. "It's my civic duty. Without my support, most of the hunters around here wouldn't have half of the equipment they do. Maybe a rather public event like this will get people talking and get them to organize into a more cohesive unit like they did in Japan."

November 27, 1913

With the mission now fully complete, the gang got ready for the long journey back to Japan. Unlike their journey to Chicago, which took minutes due to their infiltration of the portal system Nakime and Muzan had set up, the journey back to home would take several months. As Genya packed away his things in a luggage box, including his sword and revolver, which he kept carefully hidden inside, he saw Vèro walk into his room and said to her, "Hey there."

"Hi," Vèro replied. "Packing already? We aren't leaving until the 30th. It seems a little early to pack things up right now, Genya."

"I know, but I don't think we'll be fighting any kre demons while we're here. Am I right or am I wrong?"

"True, true. You're right."

"You know," Genya then told her. "I, um… I want to thank you, Renaud-san. My brother and I hadn't talked politely to each other in a long time until this trip."

"I could tell there was a lot of bad blood between you two," she inferred. "Especially after my argument with Shinazugawa-san. My guess is that that was the moment you both realized things needed to change."

"You guessed right. I hope this is the start of something better with him and me. I want to feel like a family again when I'm around him, and perhaps I will by the time we get back to Japan." Genya then closed his luggage box and set it back on the floor. "So, um… Is… Uh…"

"Hello?"

Genya had run out of things to talk to Vèro about, letting his old shyness around girls get the best of him. "I, um, well, yeah…"

Vèro sighed. "You can't get shy around girls all the damn time, Genya."

"Shy? Uh, who says, um… Who the Hell says I'm shy?" Genya was digging himself a deeper hole with every second that passed. "I'm not being shy… I'm fine, I swear… Eh heh… Heh…"

Vèro herself did not want to admit it, but she was also growing somewhat flustered around him. "Take a deep breath… Come on, Vèronique Renaud, don't do anything rash. Don't do anything rash. Do not do anything rash!" She told him, "You're really bad at lying about that."

Genya could not even form a coherent sentence to reply to her that time. "Eh… Heh… Huh… Um… Well, uh, that…"

"Fuck this," Vèro finally thought to herself as she caved in. "Let's see how he reacts to this." She then walked up to Genya, closed her eyes, and gently tugged on his shirt before locking lips with him in a kiss. Genya also closed his eyes out of instinct before the two of them split. "So," Vèro then asked him. "How was that?"

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!" Genya's face was bright red in shock and some embarrassment. "Oh, I, um… I'll… I'll see you tomorrow morning." He then slowly walked out of the room, leaving Vèro behind and thinking to himself, "What the fuck?! She kissed me?! She kissed me! Vèro fucking kissed me!" Once he got out into the hallway, he closed the door, looked around, and ran down to Gyomei's room. When he reached his door, he flung it open and told him, "Himejima-san! Himejima-san!"

Gyomei turned in the direction of his voice and asked, "What is it?"

"Renaud-san just God damn kissed me!"

"She kissed you?" Curious, Gyomei asked him, "What led up to it?"

"I, I, uh… We were just talking, and I just got kinda shy and stopped talking, and she just kinda kissed me!"

Gyomei asked him out of concern, "Did you not want it? Did she force you into it, Genya?"

Genya realized he could not accurately answer the question. "I, um.. I- I- I-… Well, I… You… You see, I…"

"Did you not want to be kissed, Genya? Are you okay?"

"That's the thing," Genya said with a sigh. "I… I think I wanted it. Yeah, you know what, now that I think about it, I did kinda want it. It felt nice to be kissed by her, Himejima-san. I- I don't know how to explain it. She's a really nice girl."

Gyomei chuckled. "It means you like her as more than a friend and comrade, Genya. It's actually pretty simple."

"I… As more than a friend or comrade?"

"It's one of the first steps to love," Gyomei explained. "I've seen it before with the Kocho sisters, Genya. I could see Kanae and Shinobu falling for your brother and Giyu well before they finally admitted it to them, with Shinobu in particular taking a rather long time for various reasons. Of course, I'm not the one to tell you what to do when it comes to women. You are your own man, Genya. It's all up to you to decide."

"My own man…" Genya nodded. "You're right. I am my own man!" He then ran out of the room back towards his own to once again see Vèro, thinking to himself, "I'm going right back to her! This is my own damn life!"

Gyomei laughed as he left, telling himself, "Ah, youth. It's such a precious and yet also such a fleeting thing."

Genya then bolted back into the room, seeing Vèro idly standing by herself, and raced up to her before returning the kiss, which she gladly accepted by wrapping her arms around him. As they continued to embrace each other, they split from their kiss as Genya asked her, "Why did you kiss me, Renaud-san?"

"I really like being with you," Vèro replied to him. "When we get back to Japan, I want us to be… Something, okay? Not married or any nonsense like that, but I want to be so much more than just a friend with you. Do you get it?"

"I can agree with that," Genya replied before the two kissed again. Once they split away for a third time, he told her, "I gotta head to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Maybe… Maybe when we spend more time together, we can share the same bed, you know?" Vèro was now blushing rather intensely. "Not right now, of course, but… Maybe on the ship ride back we could do something together like that. Just maybe. Just maybe we can, Genya."

Genya knew the implications she was making and also blushed. "Perhaps we can, Renaud-san. I mean, we don't have to, you know, but if you want to…"

"Of course. We don't have to, you know… Sleep with each other if we don't want to. I'll let you know when I'm ready for that, okay?"

"I will, too." Genya then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "So, um, good night, Renaud-san. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night," Vèro then said before she smiled at him and walked out of the room. Once she was out and shut the door, she took a deep breath and told herself in French, "Est-ce que je viens de demander à Genya de coucher avec moi sur le naivre? Sacrament, qu'est ce que je vais faire…?" She then walked back to her room, many thoughts spinning through her head. "Mon dieu…"

Genya meanwhile got ready for bed as he thought to himself, "Sleeping with her… Does that mean she wants to… She wants me to have… Okay, not right now. Not right now… But on the ship ride home, I might do a night visit if she's okay with it." He then laid down in bed and said to himself, "You know… Today was a pretty damn good day when I think about it."

Meanwhile, Ed was writing in his journal about the events of the battle, having recovered enough to head back to the Glessner House earlier in the day. As he wrote in the light of a candle, he smiled and said to himself, "It's been interesting recently. I wonder if things are really heating up in Japan. It sure sounds like they are." He then began to write in his journal, continuing where he had left off.

November 28, 1913

The conflict is finally over. We killed the Cannibals and their would-be handlers sent from Japan. Even if just for a little while, the people of the Windy City can rest a little easier knowing the Chicago Cannibals are dead and the Lake Michigan Murders are over. I have learned a lot since the Japanese team came over, and they have learned quite a bit about how we do things here in our country. I now have full confidence that the Jackson Brothers will finally be defeated in the next two years. Maybe the Japanese will even defeat the Ultimate Progenitor, Muzan Kibutsuji.

All of us here in these United States, as well as our compatriots in Canada and Mexico, will be praying for the success of the Demon Slayer Corps in Japan as they continue to wage war on Muzan. Once he is gone, there will finally be peace between our kind and the ghouls. The fact that Muzan has gone so far as to watch the move of every ghoul in Japan the way he does is shameful, and it is perhaps the only reason there is not yet a group of ghouls fighting him like we see in some areas of the Americas here. If someone could just deactivate Muzan's Curse as it is described by the Japanese, I would bet my life that at least half of the Japanese ghouls would almost immediately take up arms against their former master.

I hope the poisons I have given the Japanese team will be useful. The ghouls there should not be used to them, so they should be even deadlier there than they are here. I pray someone can use these poisons to make a truly powerful weapon that can kill even the most powerful ghouls.

I wish Sanemi Shinazugawa, Genya Shinazugawa, Chiyo Sotozaki, Vèronique Renaud, Gyomei Himejima, Yasuhiro Hata, and Rinji the best of luck in their fight, as well as all of their fellow soldiers in the Demon Slayer Corps back in their homeland. They will need it in the coming year as the fight gets tougher. This truly is the endgame of this long and horrible war, and we will be victorious against the evil of Muzan Kibutsuji, Thaddeus and George Jackson, Huo Senghui, and Enrique de Castro, as well as those still loyal to those monsters.

Just wait for us, those who strike fear into the hearts of the innocent, human and ghoul alike. We will look for you, we will find you, and when we do find you, we will bring you to justice in the name of all of those you have hurt.

And thus concludes Season Two of The Hunter From America.

Thank you so much for reading up to now. All of the support I have received throughout the past two years has been tremendous, and I appreciate all of you. When I first posted this story back in May of 2020, the world was in a much different place than it is now. I'm not sure if the world is better or worse now, but it certainly is different. Truth be told, I was not sure if I would even last long enough to see the series get this far, but here we are.

I know what you all are thinking: Where the fuck is the Red Light District Arc, or as they call it in the official translations due to censorship, the Entertainment District Arc? You know, I always thought the censored name was funny, since they never bothered to change anything about what was inside said 'Entertainment District.' Translations aside, the answer for that is that Season Three will begin with The Hunter From America's rendition of the Red Light District Arc, as had been planned from the beginning. You will see many things you are already familiar with from the canon of Demon Slayer, but also many things that are original to this series. In fact, Chapter 105 is about a third of the way done already.

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…And many more who may not be here in name, but are here in spirit, and are still very important to me. Many of these people are fanfiction writers and/or fan artists themselves, so please follow their wonderful stories and artworks as well.

The story will go on a short hiatus to give some breathing space and time to write more chapters as well as other unrelated stories before Season 3 starts with the upload of Chapter 105. In the meantime, check out my other fanfiction on my AO3 page, which can go beyond Demon Slayer. My FFN page is largely out of date and only holds old fanfics I don't update anymore as well as this one. If you want anything else, including possibly updated versions of old fanfics from my FFN account, please head to my AO3 page, which has the same username as my FFN page. I will continue to update this fanfic on FFN, though (at least as long as FFN stays online), so if you prefer to stick around on that site for The Hunter From America, that's fine.

If you are a fan of the series and of Demon Slayer and would like to adapt all or parts of The Hunter From America into fanart, a comic, or a narration, you are free to do so. I have seen a few fanarts already, and I love them. It feels wonderful to see so many people enjoy the story. It brings me much joy.

Thank you, and see you soon. The Hunter From America won't be going anywhere except to even greater heights than before.