This is a late upload, and I am sorry for that. I've been busy, and by busy I mean having the time of my life. I got to see a friend of mine that I haven't seen in over four years, so that's a plus! The downside is that there's a forest fire like… 5 kilometres away from my house, which doesn't sound that close, but when you're talking about a forest fire in the mountains, where there are tons of burnable things… then yeah, it is pretty damn close.

So, if this is the last upload for a while, don't be too shocked. Though I hope it doesn't come to that, I'm trying to remain both realistic and optimistic.

With that being said…

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.

IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!

IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU…

THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION

I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA

ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS

Now, onto the chapter!

[Beta Read by Doc43Souls]

[Vol 3 – 8: The Price Of Peace – Part 5]

Gunfire and screams of pain and agony rang throughout the halls of The Shie Hassaikai headquarters. Mixed in with the screaming and the gunfire was the sound of sirens going off within the building—the security alarm, something she was familiar with. It happened when she had broken out multiple times, and she knew what would happen because of it.

The power to the building had been cut off, only allowing for the low-brightness red lights to fill the halls, making the building more or less something out of one of those horror movies Big Bro liked to watch when he wasn't muttering to himself about how Uraraka-san was being squeamish over eating the people she had killed.

It had been a long time since someone had been able to not only break into the headquarters of The Shie Hassaikai but in the same stroke of absolute luck do damage to the building. Most people got into the building, took down a few mooks, and then were killed by one of The Bullets.

Not this time, though. This time was different because the intruder had known the layout of the building. If there was one thing that Eri could "thank" the bad man for, it was teaching her the layout of the base back before the bad man had decided to hurt her.

Blood stained the walls, with corpses of various thugs—big and small, muscular and shrimpy—littering the floor, all of which were half-eaten to some extent. Some had missing sections of their torso, others had their faces ripped off, and some straight up didn't have limbs anymore. And to think all of this carnage was caused by one little girl. Granted, that little girl wasn't a human, but still, the sentiment was the same.

Eri walked down the hallway of death, arms lazily swinging from side to side as she bit into an arm she had picked up along the way. It tasted like apples, just like she wanted to be having right about now. Juicy, fresh, amazing apples.

Speaking of apples… Big bro probably can't give her apples anymore. That sucked, but then again, that meant she could actually eat with him now. So there was no real loss. Besides, if she could make this taste like apples then what was the loss here?

Up ahead, there was a thug with a missing arm, a missing arm she was holding, scrambling away backwards, staring up at her with terror and fear in his eyes. The way he looked like a hopeless child made her feel some sort of way—familiarity, she believed the word was. Blood seemed to endlessly pour down his wound, and with every second, his skin began to look more and more pale.

"P-Please! S-Spar—AGH!" When Eri caught up to him, she stomped down on his chest, punching a hole through his chest and out of his back. The thug fell to the ground with a silent thud, and once again, Eri was left with the sound of the sirens blaring in her ears. They were annoying, but then again, there wasn't really anything she could do about it now, could she?

A few moments later, just as Eri was about to rip the head off of the corpse that she had just made, around 10 or so other thugs entered the hallway. They were all wearing various amounts of protective gear, and they all carried some form of gun, all of them long and should have been intimidating.

Key word being: Should have. But Eri was not afraid of such things anymore, seeing as they were completely useless against her.

"DON'T LET THE INTRUDER GET ANYWHERE NEAR OVERHAUL! WE MUST PROTECT HIM!" As soon as the thug in the center said that, they aimed their assault rifles at her—if she remembered correctly, all of the lower-level thugs in The Shie Hassaikai were Curseless, er, Quirkless, hence the guns—as a hail of gunfire spurred its way through her as she casually healed it. She didn't care that she was being fired at. It wasn't as if she felt anything.

The blood dripping from the closing wounds slowly began to pool around her, as a large, nearly twice the size of herself spear formed out of the blood. She knew it was sharp because she created it, and from it, lightning began to form around the tip, sparking every way around int. They all stopped, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Aw, you're done? Hehehe…." Eri giggled, narrowing her eyes as she grinned. "My turn." As those words left her mouth, the spear began to spark faster, taking out all of the lights and cameras near her. A sharp gleam reflected in her eye, as the name of her newfound attack came rushing out of her mouth. "Blood Demon Art – Blood Manipulation: Creation – Spear: Electric Devastation."

Throwing the spear toward the thugs, aiming at the ground, all of them raised an eyebrow, confusion taking up their visages. Eri then created another, threw it, then charged forward. The electricity was still building up on the ends of the spears whilst she created one more, just for good measure.

They all began to fire at her again, not that mattered, as she impaled the center thug in the throat with her newly created blood-red spear. With a snap of her fingers, the spears exploded into balls of electricity, electrocuting everyone in the area where the spears had landed. Their fried corpses fell to the ground, steam rising off of them as the blood from the spears pooled toward Eri, re-entering the holes in her body as she began to heal once more.

Eri was smiling ear to ear, knowing full well that was just one of the things that she could do. She had two more ideas in mind—Fire, and Ice. The Fire one, she decided, was only going to be used in times of desperation, and the Ice one… well, she'd use that one next if given the chance.

A groan came from her right, as she looked down at one of the thugs that she didn't kill—somehow, he lived. She didn't know how that was possible, but it was. Maybe it was because of the rubber mask and gloves?

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, the small child used her newfound strength to lift him into the air and forced him to stare into her eyes. He squirmed, his body shaking as the burns from the electricity on his body were bare for the world to see. "Where's Overhaul?" Eri spat, her tone blunt as the man screamed. He was terrified. Good. Unfortunately, it wasn't good for her.

Nicking her free hand with her horn, she drew blood, before wiping it on his left leg. Throwing him to the ground, she balled her hand into a fist as blood on his left leg began to glow. Smirking Eri activated another facet of her Blood Demon Art.

"Blood Demon Art – Blood Manipulation: Explosive Blood."

With a massive BOOM, the thug's lower body exploded into red, meaty chunks, sending the rest of him flying into the end of the hallway, splattering against the wall and turning into a red stain. As soon as that happened, a giant crystal impaled through her body, catching Eri off guard. She got so high up on the thing that she was close to the roof.

Acting in the moment, she played dead, going limp as her blood cascaded down the massive crystal. Walking around it was that Hojo guy that Toya always talked about. And speaking of him, he was there too, along with Soramitsu.

"Jesus Christ, Hojo-kun! That's still the oyabun's little girl, yeah! Fuck man, you just killed her! He's gonna kill us!" Soramitsu complained, grabbing at the edges of the bag on his head, all the while Toya shrugged.

"Nah, 'cause the order was to kill the intruder. Seems like the little girl went on a rampage. 'Sides, the oyabun can always overhaul her back to life, right?" Toya began, as he went up to her, poking her face as she remained still. "Still though, all that blood control stuff…. Ya think she really was with All For One? That has to be a new Quirk…"

"Has to be," Hojo grumbled, crossing his arms. "Same with that regeneration power. That must be why she came back here completely willingly—or at least without as much of a hassle. She was ready to kill everyone here, probably 'cause of All For One. With her dead though, we can call off the alarm."

Just as he said that Eri activated yet another ability. This one, however, she came up with on the spot. It would allow her to kill them without moving a muscle, though it did cost her a lot of blood to do it. The blood on the crystal—which now coated the whole thing, began to boil and turn into vapour. As it did, the three men began to cough, covering their noses as Eri's visage twisted into a sneer.

"SHIT HOW THE FUCK IS SHE STILL—" Before Soramitsu could finish that sentence, Eri spoke.

"Blood Demon Art – Blood Manipulation: Noxious Blood."

The blood vapours turned a sickly green, invading any opening on the three men. As soon as it did, their bodies began to break out into hives, and when they did, the hives popped with more toxic blood. They screamed in pain, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies turned into sludge, the only thing remaining being the clothing.

Wiggling off of the giant crystal, she fell gracelessly onto the floor, face-planting into the tile as she groaned. The hole in her torso began to regenerate, and it was about the size of a basketball. Deciding that this would not do, Eri yanked off her now completely ruined dress, grabbed the black shirt of the now deceased Yu Hojo, and slipped it on.

"I look stupid…" Eri muttered, holding up her arm as the long sleeve dwarfed her arm by a wide margin.

"Well, I wouldn't say stupid," a familiar voice spoke from behind her. Turning around, Eri was greeted with… Big Bro? How did he get here? And better yet, why did he look… look so… scary. Staring at him made her shiver. It was almost as if she was looking up at Kami. But why? He reached out to her, ruffling her hair. "You feel that, don't you? My anger… my seething rage. It is not directed toward you, but rather this Overhaul person."

"H-How did you get here, Big Bro?" Eri asked, confusion taking over her visage as Izuku smiled.

"When you turned, I instinctively knew where you were—think of it like tracking a lost phone, though much more important. I was so worried about what happened to you after I heard what happened on the news. Oh, and by the way, Izumi-kun is doing just fine, as is Todoroki-san. I… intervened, shall I say. They're resting in my house in the meantime, and their families are aware. You should go, too. I'll deal with this now."

"B-But…!" Eri began, pouting as she did so. "I wanted to hurt the bad man for once!"

"Ah, I see," Izuku said, as placed a hand on her shoulder. "But as your big brother, I don't want you to get hurt. So, as your big brother, I'm asking you to go home. Okay?" As Izuku said that, he frowned, cupping his chin as Eri didn't do so much as budge. Izuku knew just how much this most likely meant to Eri, but at the same time, he had an inkling that this "Overhaul" individual was far too strong for even Eri.

Izuku saw just how strong Eri was now. She was more than able to take down these thugs and lowly villains. However, there was something different about Overhaul. Assumedly, Overhaul was not a pushover, but Eri was. Eri was sloppy in how she fought. How her lunges were poorly timed. He could see just how horrible that fight would end.

Izuku didn't know what Overhaul's Quirk was. But, seeing as he was the head of The Shie Hassaikai, he had to assume it was something overpowered. Heads of criminal organizations tended to have that kind of power.

"Tell you what, Eri," Izuku began, uncrossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "I'll bring you his head. You may do with it what you wish, alright?"

"You promise," Eri pouted as Izuku nodded.

"I promise. Now go home, Eri."

Izuku watched as Eri walked past him, looking back once or twice, before running off in the direction of the exit. He sighed, balling his hand into a fist. He knew something like this was going to happen. He just wished it hadn't been so soon. The effects of becoming a Demon were horrible on the human psyche. That's why he kind of hoped Eri would never have to use the blood that she had been given.

"Oh well, it's better than her being dead…" Izuku thought, before looking down the hallway and frowning. He'd have to do a bit of cleanup once he was done here. Plenty of flesh for him to snack on, and keep him full for the coming weeks. When he first got here, he had taken it upon himself to pick clean a man in a white robe with equally white hair. The only thing left of him was bones.

Aside from all of that, Izuku noted the layout of the building, and how it was almost like a maze. If it wasn't for his direct connection to Eri, he would've gotten lost. He'd give credit where credit was due, whoever built the compound, did so wonderfully. Even though it was an underground compound, it was sturdy enough to even survive a half-hearted strike from himself when he tested the walls.

Perhaps he'd make this place his new home…. It was large, had a comfortable living space up above, and was a perfect place to act as his plans in secrecy. Then again, it would throw off his already stable triple life, so perhaps not. Besides, the base was all the way in Esuha, and it took him about an hour to get there via train. Besides, Musutafu was his "turf" so to speak. He couldn't let it get unruly.

As he walked, he found that the winding halls of The Shie Hassaikai headquarters were long and narrow. There was nothing to really differentiate them from one another, aside from the blood splatter that Eri left in her wake. After he got past that, he was left to his own devices, aimlessly wandering about. At least, however, he had something to do, as the halls were filled to the brim with pests. His Bone Whips took care of them with ease. He didn't even need to remove his hands from his pockets.

On his way, he had briefly demanded to know where Overhaul was. One guy pointed in the direction that he was going, and that gave him a general idea of where it was he needed to go. Seeing as that man had outlived his usefulness, he divorced his head from his shoulders. Better to leave no survivors than even one straggler.

On his walk to the location that he figured was where this Overhaul individual was, he had killed a few important-looking people, seeing as they all dressed differently from the mooks he had been systematically killing. The first one was dressed in a large black yukata with a brown mask. His head came off of his shoulders faster than he could react.

The next individual was some guy in a black hat and trenchcoat with an equally black mask and white eyeholes. He tried aiming and firing a gun at him that fired a strange red bullet. He caught the bullet with his closest tendril, whipped it back at the guy, and watched with a slight smirk as it created a hole through his forehead and out his cranium.

He barely even caught onto the fact that there was a guy on the ceiling. He had only done so when blood showered down on him, and the fact that he had just barely moved out of the way to avoid a guy with black hair and a white mask to have fallen atop of him. He was wearing a tacky fur coat over his shoulders, so perhaps his death was worth it, if not to stop people from burning their eyes on the corpse's terrible fashion sense.

The final lump of human trash that he killed was a muscular bound man with a tight-fitting black mask over his head. It kind of looked like an anteater's head, the more he thought about it. This one actually got the courtesy of being slapped and turned into a fine mist after the fact.

How had he gotten stronger between this encounter and the last one he had with that Demon Demon Slayer? Well, he had gone to a shot-up daycare with more than a couple of child corpses. He didn't eat those, but he did eat the heroes investigating the place, just because they all decided that it would be a good idea to attack him, assuming he was the one who caused the incident. There were five in total, and he picked them to the bone. That was before he turned Fuyumi Todoroki and Kota Izumi on a whim.

He didn't know why he had turned those two into Demons. Well, no, that was a lie. He turned them into Demons because he knew that Eri would be sad if her two favourite people outside of himself were dead, and it has been because of her, as well.

On the topic of those two, though…. That Kota Izumi kid. His parents were the heroes known as Waterhose. If he remembered correctly, they died a week or so ago. No, more than that, about three months ago. It wasn't one of his kills, nor was it one of Stains. It was odd, because most people didn't hear about the death of heroes if it wasn't from either of them.

He had actually looked into Waterhose, just in case he had missed out on something, and sighed a breath of relief when he found out they were actually regular heroes. Sure they took a few sponsorships but, at the end of the day, being a Hero was a paid job and it provided for them. He wasn't going to judge them for doing what needed to be done to make ends meet.

The female member of Waterhose had a cousin. One he knew. Shino Sasaki. And Sasaki-san was going to be quite upset if she found out that Kota was no longer a human. That meant that he would no-doubt have to deal with The Pussycats in the near future. Not that he minded, considering that he needed to have a lengthy word with Pixie-bob about sexually harassing minors.

Izuku stopped and stared down at the final hallway that he needed to go down to reach his target. It had taken him nearly an hour to reach here, and he had hoped that Overhaul was still in there, either fearing for his life or actively doing something. If he could avoid a fight with the man, he would do so.

"Well, let's get this over with," Izuku muttered, sighing as he took a few steps forward. When he did, he heard the sound of glass shattering coming from the door. If that was Overhaul making his escape…. "Shit!" Cursing under his breath, Izuku dashed forward and was immediately stopped when he heard a shrill voice come from a few feet away from him.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" A voice roared, just as he had gotten close to a door that seemed important, and it was also labelled "Laboratory." A small black plush toy sat in the middle of the hallway, a few feet away from the door. The plush toy was fat, with a white mask and soulless black eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a blur jumped out from the doll. In that blink of an eye, the blur was impaled by his upper right Bone Whip. Lo-and-behold, a corpse was on the other end of it. It was, yet again, a muscular man. This one had short blond hair, and bloodshot eyes, and was wearing a grey shirt with brown suspenders. This Bone Whips blade jabbed through the man's forehead, killing him instantly.

Izuku was completely unamused by that little stunt. Seriously, why on Earth did that guy even bother to try? Shaking off the thought, Izuku lunged toward the door and slammed it open with a single open-palmed strike. He was immediately greeted with a spiked pillar of concrete ramming through his chest, tearing through one of his lungs, causing him to sputter up a few droplets of blood.

Now that… that was unexpected. "You… you're the one that took Eri away from me…." Izuku looked up and saw Overhaul—or at least he assumed Overhaul to be. He was of average height, with golden yellow eyes and black hair. He was pale-skinned, and he wore a green coat with what appeared to be purple feathers lining the collar. Underneath his coat was a black shirt with a white tie, and a pair of blue pants and red and black shoes.

Overhaul scoffed, as the pillar broke apart, making Izuku stumble forward. "You're just a kid. You put on a good show, I'll give you that. I have no idea how you made it this far, but judging by my dead Overseer, I'm going to assume that everyone is dead. You put up a good fight, and you're completely unscathed," Overhaul stated, approaching Izuku. He noticed that his right hand was bare, while his left wasn't, as it had a white glove on it.

For some reason or another, that rang alarms in Izuku's head. That had to mean something, and it wasn't anything good. "I would commend you, but you've destroyed my livelihood. The only step now is that I kill you, take back Eri, and rebuild. So do me a favour, and die." As he said that, he got close—about a handful of inches in front of Izuku—raised his hand, and slammed it down.

And then, Izuku blew himself apart into chunks. Overhaul blinked, before turning around as Izuku rebuilt himself piece by piece in a matter of seconds, free from his single wound inflicted upon by Overhaul, which had already been regenerating, but he decided to intimidate the guy while he was at it.

"W-What the—"

Izuku snorted, holding back a laugh as smirked. "No. I think you need to do me a favour and die."

As soon as those words escaped his lips, Izuku transformed his right arm into a massive fleshy blade with a dozen eyes and elongated it to pierce Overhaul through the brain. He called this move: Blood Demon Art: Biokinesis – Flesh Sword, Single Strike. Blood sprayed out from the wound as the tip of the blade exited the back of Overhaul's head, the sound of blood dripping to the ground echoing throughout the empty building.

Izuku's smirk transformed into a disappointed frown. For someone who was most likely feared, why was he so weak? He still didn't know anything about the man's Quirk—not that mattered, but still—and for what? For it all to be squandered because he was a human.

He knew that humanity was inherently weaker than Demonkind, but even still… If the history books were to be believed, and if his former self's memories were also to be believed… How the hell did The Demons ever lose against humanity? What had happened to cause this? What was it that allowed humanity to persevere? Or perhaps it was a lack of acting on the Demon's part?

Either way, it hardly mattered. What was done was done, and yet again, he proved to himself that humans truly were pathetic. He stared at Overhaul's corpse, looked into its lifeless eyes, and tilted his head. "For someone such as yourself, I would've thought you more imposing, and maybe more of a challenge. Then again, what was I supposed to think? I guess I keep putting too much stake in humans."

His arm transformed back to normal, as Overhaul's corpse fell to the floor. Walking over to it, Izuku knelt and grabbed onto the man's temple. Just as he promised, Izuku ripped Overhaul's head off of his shoulders, before standing up and turning around. There, he saw a burlap sack filled with blood vials—most likely, they were filled with Eri's blood before her demonic transformation.

Walking over to the bag, Izuku dumped the blood vials out of the bag, shattering them in the process, before placing the head inside the bag and tying it up. Slinging it over his shoulder, Izuku walked out of the lab, stared down the bloodied hallway, and huffed. "Now to get out here… this should be fun…."

xxXXxxXXxx

"So… he's dead. That's… a shame," an old man murmured, crossing his arms as he sat on his back patio. "And you believe it to be this… "Hero Cannibal"'s fault, correct?" The old man asked as Nedzu nodded.

"Correct, Fujiwara-san. However, we are unable to locate this Hero Cannibal. And, as I previously mentioned, if what he said is to be believed, then this Hero Cannibal is a Demon," Nedzu continued, putting his paws behind his back. "You know how I'm not a fan of humanity, especially after all they had done to me. But in the same breath, I am smart enough to know that a Demon-run society wouldn't exactly be the best…"

Fujiwara hummed, closing his eyes as he stroked his long white beard. "So what is it that you want me to do? The Demon Slayer Corp has been disbanded for decades. The families who used breathing styles have all but forgotten, with the Jirou's being the only exception. Not to mention that the last known Tomioka Descendant is that of The Hero Killer Stain.

"I am afraid of introducing new talent into the corps, only to watch them die. These Demons are immune to the sun, their former nemesis. While the blades will still kill them, I fear that with society being so dependent on Quirks, These new, stronger, more powerful Demons will surely use that to their advantage…. That, and I doubt the students will take it seriously."

Nedzu hummed in acknowledgement. He knew just how rash the younger generation of humans could be. He had seen it first-hand. The soon-to-be second years had been talking nonstop about how "once they go Pro, they'll take down The Hero Cannibal if they aren't already dealt with when the time comes." Humans were always so cocky like that. He never truly understood why.

The Chimera smirked. "Then perhaps… we expose them to what Demons can truly be. If I remember correctly, we have camera footage of a Demon with String-like abilities mowing her way through a horde of Yakuza in a warehouse hideout, don't we? We can show off this Demon's abilities and the fact that they can only be killed a certain way."

"Ah… so you wish for me to teach at U.A., don't you?" Fujiwara asked as Nedzu nodded.

"Seeing as you're the descendant of Kiriya Ubuyashiki, I'd like to think that you'd be perfect for the role, don't you think? Besides, with Jirou Kyoka going to the school, I think that she can convince those who wouldn't normally be convinced. That, and you're a Pro Hero, Fuijiwara-san… or should I call you Yorai Musha?"

The man opened his black and orange eyes, as a small smile came across his bearded face. "Please, call me Fujiwara while we're at my home, Nedzu-san," Fujiwara said, as he looked out at his flowerfield. He had inherited it from his late grandfather. His son and daughter were currently keeping it fresh and green while he was off at work.

Currently, they were at school, finishing their studies. One wished to become a doctor, while the other wished to become a police officer. Neither wanted to be a hero, not that he cared. Kadoka Fujiwara was more than proud of them as is. And with his family's Quirk being basically useless for combat, that being Enhanced Eyesight, it made little sense for anyone other than him to be a hero.

After all, it was only because of his use of Moon Breathing and Total Concentration Breathing: Constant that made him a good hero. He was able to access the old scrolls of which each breathing technique was written down, seeing as Yushiro had made copies of the scrolls should something bad happen to them. After all, he had to make up for being Quirkless somehow, and so that was how he did it.

"So then, you agree to come work at U.A.?" Nedzu asked as Fujiwara nodded.

"That I will. Let me know when I should arrive tomorrow, and we can get to work. I'm going to need more than a classroom to teach these children the way of The Demon Slayer." As Fujiwara said that, Nedzu smiled.

"Very well. I am glad this came to an agreeable resolution. Now, remember, 7 AM, sharp, if you will. I was originally thinking of 5 AM, but given your old age, I think it would be better if I pushed it back by an hour. Not only that but your profession as a Pro Hero should also be considered. Do you think you can juggle both?" Nedzu asked as Fujiwara frowned.

"Most likely not. I am getting up there in age. I turn 62 next week. Perhaps I should retire. Besides, I would become only a hindrance on the battlefield. With my knowledge and experience, I think I can be of great help. I'll announce my retirement tomorrow at 6 AM, and then, I will be there," Fujiwara stated as Nedzu nodded, before turning to leave. Before he did, however, Fujiwara stood up and placed a hand on the Chimera.

"Before you go, Nedzu-san. I want to know… do you have an idea of who this Hero Cannibal is? Could we already know about them?" Fujiwara asked as Nedzu shook his head.

"I have a theory, but I don't have any substantial proof to back it up. Only Heresay. But I can assure you, once I have definitive proof, I will let you know, Fujiwara-san," Nedzu replied, before exiting the garden through an open door.

Fujiwara stood there, hands behind his back as he sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he gazed out toward the garden, closed his eyes, then nodded to himself. He was making the right choice. He had hoped that he didn't have to re-open the Demon Slayer Corp, but it seemed as if his Great Grandfather's hopes and dreams to never have to worry about the Demonic Scourge that plagued Japan all those years ago, was nothing but false hope.

He had remembered the last recorded words of The Demon King before he perished at the hands of Tanjiro Kamado. It seemed as if he was right…. Fujiwara chuckled, bowing his head as he spoke.

"You can't kill a force of nature… it will always return, and it will return with a vengeance…" Fujiwara looked back at the doorway to his home, before smiling. ""My will is ironclad," you say? "No matter the Era, I will return," you told us. It seems as if you were right, Muzan. But the question is, will we be able to kill you once again?"

Fujiwara entered his home, closed the door, and decided that he was going to take a nap. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and he was going to need all of the rest that he could get. After all, dealing with his children wore him out, and there were only 2 of them. He was going to have to deal with 20.

Maybe he might have made a slight mistake taking up Nedzu's offer….

-To Be Continued in Volume 4 – Creating The Moons – Part 1