Welcome Welcome to chapter nine. I know I said was gonna take a break but I wanted to get at least one more chapter out before Sun and Moon took over. so To address some of the review. Uh so Tomoe added to the relationship yeah no. look I love tomoe and I like writing for her unfortunately she may have an Interest in Naruto is not a love it's a attaction something Taboo. In regards to the Ngh in fights scene I can't really say he then grunted can I. With that said this chapter is going into back Story territory for our Two Otsutsuki's have fun.
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"Talk"
'Thought'
Demon Slaying Shinobi
Chapter 9 Aftermath
Shingen sat cross-legged on the ground, his gaze fixed on the pile of rocks that entombed Kaguya. The expression on his face was uncharacteristically soft, almost sorrowful, as if the weight of the past bore heavily on his shoulders.
He reached out, his hand lightly brushing the stone, feeling the cold, rough texture beneath his fingers. Memories from a time long ago flooded his mind, taking him back to when he was just a child.
Long Ago…
"Useless brat!" a horned man shouted, his voice filled with contempt. He tossed a young Shingen onto the ground, his small body hitting the dirt with a painful thud. Bruises marred the boy's face, and he struggled to catch his breath as he looked up at the imposing figure towering over him. "Can't you do anything right?"
The man's eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. Shingen's small frame trembled, not just from the pain but from the fear that gripped his heart. He felt a lump form in his throat, but he forced himself not to cry. He had learned early on that showing weakness only led to more punishment.
Kaguya, who had been watching from a distance, rushed forward. Her expression was fierce, but there was a softness in her eyes as she looked at Shingen. "Enough!" she commanded, stepping between the man and the boy. "He's just a child."
The man scowled but backed away slightly, his expression a mix of anger and frustration. "He's weak, Kaguya. If he can't learn to fend for himself, he has no place in our clan."
Kaguya knelt down beside Shingen, her long hair cascading around her like a protective curtain. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch soft and comforting. "It's all right, Shingen," she whispered, her voice soothing. "You have a strength inside you. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Shingen looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope. Her words were like a balm to his wounded spirit, and for a moment, he felt a warmth spread through him—a small spark of courage that he hadn't felt before.
Kaguya stood, helping Shingen to his feet. She glared at the horned man, her expression resolute. "He will learn in his own time," she said firmly. "Father, please at least give him a chance."
The man, their father, looked down at Kaguya and then back at Shingen. His stern expression softened just a fraction, but his voice remained harsh. "Fine," he grumbled, turning away. "But if he continues to show weakness, there will be no place for him here."
Kaguya watched him leave, her grip on Shingen tightening protectively. "Don't worry," she said softly to Shingen, her tone full of quiet determination. "I believe in you. You just need to believe in yourself too."
Shingen nodded, still shaken but comforted by his sister's words. He knew he had a long way to go, but with Kaguya by his side, he felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could prove himself worthy in his father's eyes.
But whispers soon reached his ears, a constant reminder of the disdain others held for him.
"Isn't that Kuroshiki's kid?"
"Yeah, that weak brat," another voice sneered.
"He's too feeble to even produce a decent chakra fruit," came a mocking reply, the words dripping with contempt.
Shingen's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. The cruel words of the other clan members cut deeper than any physical wound, but he refused to let them see him break. His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with a mix of frustration and shame.
Kaguya, sensing his turmoil, squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, as if she could read his thoughts. "Ignore them," she whispered softly, her voice a calming presence amidst the mocking jeers.
"But sister…" Shingen began, his voice wavering with a mix of hurt and confusion. He didn't understand why he was so different or why everyone seemed to look down on him.
Kaguya gave him a soft smile, her eyes filled with understanding and warmth. "It's okay, Shingen," she said gently. "They are just fools who only believe in power. They don't see what truly matters. You have a kind heart, and that makes you stronger than any of them could ever be."
Later that evening, in the quiet of their home, Kaguya was helping Shingen get ready for bed. The soft glow of a lantern cast gentle shadows across the room, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere.
Shingen sat on the edge of his bed, his small feet dangling above the floor. Kaguya knelt beside him, her hands carefully smoothing the blanket over his legs. Her expression was calm and nurturing, a stark contrast to the fierce protectiveness she had shown earlier that day.
The Sorting is happening soon, isn't it?" Shingen asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He looked up at Kaguya, who paused for a moment, her expression darkening as her eyes narrowed. The Sorting was a grim tradition that loomed over their clan like a dark cloud—a ritual where lower-ranking members were assigned to serve higher-ranking members, ultimately destined to be sacrificed for the production of a chakra fruit.
Kaguya took a deep breath, her features softening as she turned to look at Shingen. "Yes, it is," she replied quietly, her voice tinged with concern. "But you don't need to worry about it right now."
Shingen frowned, his small hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly. "How can I not worry, Sister? I can't perform the Karma Mark so I don't have the ability to reincarnate if I am chosen."
Kaguya's expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. She reached out, gently placing a hand on Shingen's shoulder. "I know it's frightening," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "The clan's expectations are harsh, especially for someone as young as you. But you are stronger than you think, and there are other ways to survive besides having the ability to reincarnate."
Shingen looked up at her, his face a mix of fear and confusion. "But without the Karma Mark, what if I'm chosen to be sacrificed? How can I survive if I can't come back like the others?"
Kaguya sighed, her heart aching for her brother. She knew the fear he felt all too well. "The Karma Mark isn't the only way to protect yourself, Shingen. It's true, you can't reincarnate without it, but that doesn't mean you're powerless. You have your own strengths, your own abilities that are unique to you."
"But they're not enough," Shingen whispered, his voice trembling. "They'll see me as weak… and useless."
Kaguya shook her head firmly, her expression resolute. "You are not useless, Shingen. You are my brother, and you have a potential that no one else sees yet. You have a kind heart, a strong will, and a spirit that refuses to give up. Those are strengths that go beyond any mark."
Shingen's eyes welled up with tears, his fear and frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm scared, Kaguya. I don't want to be sacrificed. I don't want to die."
Kaguya pulled him into a gentle embrace, holding him close. "I know, Shingen. I know. But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect you. We'll face this together, and I won't let anyone harm you."
Shingen nodded against her shoulder, his small frame trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Sister," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
The next morning, the dawn light barely peeked through the windows as Kuroshiki strode into the room with a stern expression. His heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, filling the air with tension. He was dressed in his formal robes, the fabric shimmering in the dim light, giving him an imposing presence.
"It's time, Kaguya, Shingen," Kuroshiki announced sharply, his voice cutting through the quiet. His eyes, cold and hard, settled on Shingen with a hint of disdain. Shingen, already awake, sat on the edge of his bed with his head lowered, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. He could feel the weight of his father's gaze bearing down on him, a familiar pressure that made his chest tighten.
Kuroshiki's glare intensified as he saw Shingen's posture. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he commanded, his tone laced with impatience. Shingen flinched but slowly lifted his head, meeting his father's gaze. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and resignation, knowing that today would determine his fate.
Kaguya, standing beside her brother, stepped forward slightly, placing a protective hand on Shingen's shoulder. "We're ready, Father," she said calmly, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. She gave Shingen a reassuring squeeze, silently conveying her support.
Kuroshiki's eyes flicked to Kaguya, his expression softening just a fraction in acknowledgment of her strength. "Good," he replied curtly, turning on his heel. "Follow me. The Sorting waits for no one."
As Kuroshiki walked out of the room, Kaguya leaned down to Shingen, her voice a soft whisper. "Remember what I told you, Shingen. Stay strong. We'll get through this together."
Shingen nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He rose to his feet, feeling the cool floor beneath his bare feet, grounding him. He could hear his father's footsteps fading down the hall, each step a reminder of the gravity of the day.
As they walked through the long, dimly lit corridor, Kuroshiki suddenly stopped and turned to face his children, his eyes fixed on Kaguya. There was a cold intensity in his gaze, a silent command that demanded attention.
"Kaguya…" he began, his voice low but firm.
"Yes, Father?" Kaguya replied, looking up at him with a calm expression, though there was a flicker of apprehension in her eyes.
Kuroshiki's gaze hardened, his tone growing more insistent. "Try to get chosen. You know it will bring us greater standing in the clan if you are."
Kaguya nodded, her face composed, but Shingen could see the subtle tension in her shoulders. "I understand, Father," she said evenly, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "I will do what I can."
Shingen looked up at his sister, a pang of worry tightening in his chest. He knew the pressure that Kaguya was under, the expectations placed upon her by their father and the clan. The Sorting was not just a test of strength but a measure of their value in the eyes of the clan, and Kaguya's selection would elevate their family's status significantly.
Kuroshiki's gaze shifted briefly to Shingen, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of disappointment and disdain. "And you," he added coldly, "try not to embarrass us. We don't need any more reasons for the clan to look down on us."
Shingen lowered his head, biting back the words that threatened to spill out. He could feel Kaguya's reassuring hand on his shoulder, her touch a small comfort in the face of their father's harshness.
"We'll do our best, Father," Kaguya said firmly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. She gave Shingen a gentle squeeze, silently urging him to stay strong.
Kuroshiki turned away without another word, continuing down the corridor toward the main hall where the Sorting would take place. Kaguya and Shingen followed, their steps echoing softly against the stone floor.
As Shingen walked through the grand hall, his mind swirling with thoughts of the impending Sorting, he found himself distracted by a sight that made him pause. In the higher-ranking section of the hall, surrounded by onlookers and admirers, sat a young girl just a year older than him. Her presence was almost ethereal, her long, silken hair cascading down her back as she held herself with the grace and poise of someone far beyond her years.
"Tomoe-sama seems to be growing nicely," one of the onlookers whispered, their voice filled with admiration.
"Yes, she's becoming as beautiful as her mother every day," another replied, their eyes never leaving the girl.
Shingen couldn't help but stare. Tomoe's beauty was undeniable, but it was more than that—there was something captivating about her presence, a quiet strength that drew everyone's attention. Despite the heavy atmosphere of the hall, the tension seemed to dissipate slightly in her presence, as if her mere existence brought a sense of calm to those around her.
For a moment, Shingen felt a strange mix of emotions—admiration, curiosity, and something else he couldn't quite place. He'd heard of Tomoe, of course; she was well-known within the clan, her beauty and grace the subject of many whispered conversations. But seeing her in person was different. There was an air of mystery about her, something that made Shingen want to know more.
As if sensing his gaze, Tomoe turned her head slightly, her eyes briefly meeting Shingen's. There was a flicker of something in her expression—recognition, perhaps, or maybe just a polite acknowledgment of his presence. Shingen quickly looked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure why, but something about that brief connection left him feeling unsettled.
"Shingen," Kaguya's voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the reality of the situation. "We need to go. The Sorting is about to begin."
Shingen tried to steady his breathing as he, Kaguya, and the other lower-ranking members were led to the center of the chamber. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the ritual pressing down on them all. As they stood there, Shingen couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, judged by the higher ranks who surrounded them, perched above like gods looking down on mere mortals.
He glanced up, his eyes scanning the faces of the upper-ranking members. Momoshiki sat with a bored expression, his chin resting on his hand, while Kinshiki loomed behind him, ever the loyal enforcer. Isshiki, in contrast, observed with cold indifference, his gaze distant and calculating, as if this entire affair was beneath him.
Shingen felt a shiver run down his spine as he noticed the stark difference in how the higher ranks viewed them. To them, this was nothing more than a necessary ritual, a step in their grand plan for godhood. But for those standing in the center, it was a moment that would determine their very fate.
The room fell into a tense silence as one of the clan's Patriarchs stepped up to the podium. His presence commanded immediate attention, and the air seemed to grow even heavier as he prepared to speak.
"Just as Shibai-sama has done many times before," the Patriarch began, his voice echoing through the chamber, "it is time for us to continue our journey to join him in godhood, such is the Will of the Ōtsutsuki!"
Shingen's heart pounded in his chest as names were called out one by one, each announcement sealing the fate of another lower-ranked member. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, his mind racing with desperate thoughts. 'Please don't pick me,' he silently pleaded, his hands trembling at his sides.
As the list grew shorter, his anxiety only increased. He dared not look up, afraid that his face might betray the fear he felt inside. He listened intently, waiting for the ritual to end, hoping against hope that his name would not be called.
But then, the Patriarch's voice cut through the air, delivering a name that made his blood run cold.
"Shingen, you have been chosen to help Isshiki-sama from here on out."
The words hit Shingen like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs. He felt a wave of dread wash over him, his body freezing in place. His mind went blank, unable to process what had just happened. He had been chosen. He was to serve Isshiki—one of the most feared and powerful among the Ōtsutsuki.
The silence in the chamber grew thick as everyone waited for him to step forward. Shingen's legs felt like lead, his body refusing to move. He couldn't believe it. How could this be happening?
The Patriarch, noticing the hesitation, looked up from the list, his expression shifting to one of irritation. "Shingen," he repeated, more firmly this time, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Step forward."
Still, Shingen didn't move. His eyes were wide, staring blankly at the ground as if rooted in place by the weight of his fate. A murmur ran through the chamber, the other members shifting uncomfortably, exchanging glances at Shingen's unusual defiance.
Kaguya, standing beside him, could feel his fear. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, trying to encourage him, but even her gentle touch could not break through the fog of terror that had settled over him.
"Shingen, please..." she whispered softly, her voice filled with concern. She knew that defying the Patriarch's orders was dangerous, but she also understood the fear gripping her younger brother.
The room began to stir with whispers and mutterings as Shingen remained still, not stepping forward. The tension in the air was palpable, and even the upper-ranked members seemed intrigued by this unexpected delay. Momoshiki raised an eyebrow in amusement, while Isshiki's indifferent expression gave way to a slight frown.
The Patriarch's voice grew sharp, filled with displeasure. "Shingen!" he barked, his tone brooking no argument. "Step forward now, or face the consequences of defiance!"
Shingen's heart hammered in his chest, and his breathing quickened. He knew he couldn't delay any longer, but his feet still refused to move. The enormity of what lay ahead paralyzed him with fear. He glanced at Kaguya, her face a mix of worry and resolve, and felt a surge of guilt. He had to do this, for her if not for himself.
Summoning every ounce of courage he could muster, Shingen slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting the stern gaze of the Patriarch. He took a hesitant step forward, his legs shaking beneath him. The chamber fell silent once more, all eyes on the young boy who had dared to hesitate.
Shingen's breath caught in his throat as he processed Kaguya's words. "I volunteer as a replacement..." The shock of her statement reverberated through him, and for a moment, he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Kaguya had stepped forward, positioning herself between him and the Patriarch.
The chamber erupted into murmurs, the lower-ranking members exchanging bewildered looks while the upper ranks watched with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval. Momoshiki's amused smirk widened, and Kinshiki crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. Isshiki, who had remained indifferent up to this point, raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kaguya's boldness.
The Patriarch's face darkened with fury, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared down at Kaguya. "This is not your decision to make, Kaguya!" he snapped, his voice booming through the chamber. "You would defy the sacred order of the Sorting?"
Kaguya remained calm and resolute, her gaze steady. "Shingen is weak," she stated firmly, her voice carrying an unyielding authority. "I will take his place so that a stronger fruit can bear."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Kaguya's words settling over the crowd. The Patriarch's expression shifted from anger to calculation as he considered her proposal. The tension in the air was palpable, every eye in the chamber fixed on the unfolding drama.
Shingen felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if Kaguya's words had pierced him like a blade. His sister, the one who had always protected him, was now offering herself up in his place, calling him weak in front of everyone.
"Sister, no, please…" Shingen began, his voice trembling with desperation. But he stopped mid-sentence as Kaguya turned to him with a cold expression, her eyes hard and unyielding.
"If you are too weak to take your duty," Kaguya began, her tone sharp and unforgiving, "then you are no brother of mine."
She turned her back on him, her posture rigid, hiding the tears that welled up in her eyes. She couldn't let him see her pain, couldn't let him know that her heart was breaking. She had to be strong, for both their sakes.
Shingen stood frozen, stunned by her words. The sting of her rejection cut deeper than any physical wound. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The weight of his own fear and shame bore down on him, rendering him silent.
The Patriarch watched the exchange with a cold detachment, his decision made. "Very well, Kaguya," he said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Your offer is accepted. You will take Shingen's place."
As Kaguya stepped forward, Shingen's world crumbled around him. He could only watch, powerless, as the sister who had always protected him walked away, leaving him with a hollow feeling that he would carry for the rest of his life.
Shingen's eyes opened slowly, the flicker of sadness still lingering in their depths. He gazed at the stones that marked the place where Kaguya had been entombed, the weight of the past pressing heavily on him. "Sister..." he whispered softly, his voice barely audible against the wind. "What would you say if you could see me now?"
The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves around him as if in response to his question. The melancholy of the moment hung in the air, as if the world itself mourned with him.
Behind him, the familiar sound of a portal opening caught Shingen's attention, but he didn't turn. He could sense Tomoe's presence as she approached, her steps soft and careful on the ground.
"Shingen-sama?" Tomoe's voice was gentle, yet it carried a note of concern. "Visiting her again?"
Shingen didn't respond immediately, his gaze still fixed on the stones before him. "Yes… I find myself reminiscing on the past," he finally replied, his tone distant, almost lost in thought. "So much has happened, yet the past still lingers."
Tomoe watched him for a moment, then nodded, respecting his need for reflection. "Have you done what I asked?" Shingen asked after a pause, his voice firmer now, bringing himself back to the present.
"Yes," Tomoe answered, stepping closer. "I located the chakra sources that Naruto gained and have sealed them in the Demon Castle, deep within its confines. They won't pose a threat to us now."
Shingen nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "Good."
He rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and composed. As he turned to face Tomoe, he reached for her hand, lifting it gently to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. Tomoe's cheeks flushed with a hint of pink, her composed demeanor momentarily breaking at the unexpected gesture.
"Soon," Shingen continued, his voice filled with a quiet but intense determination, "we will become gods and show the clan who truly holds power."
Tomoe nodded, her blush still lingering but her eyes filled with admiration and loyalty. "Yes, Shingen-sama. I will stand by you, no matter what."
Shingen's gaze shifted back to the seal that held Kaguya, his eyes lingering on the stones that marked her resting place. A faint, almost wistful smile crossed his lips. "See you later, sister," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
With those final words, Shingen turned and joined Tomoe. Together, they stepped through the portal, the shimmering gateway swallowing them whole. As they vanished, the portal closed behind them, leaving only the stillness of the barren landscape and a swirl of dust that slowly settled in their absence.
The wind picked up again, gently sweeping across the ground, as if to erase any trace of their departure, leaving behind nothing but silence and the memories of a time long past.
The cool night air enveloped the bustling streets, a gentle breeze whispering secrets of the day now past. The stars twinkled above, and the crescent moon cast a soft, silvery glow on the cobblestone path. A small figure, no more than a child in appearance, moved with grace and purpose through the quiet lanes. He wore a modest outfit, a simple hat pulled low over his face, concealing his eyes. He paused briefly in front of a quaint bookstore, its warm light spilling out onto the street, and then slipped inside.
Inside the bookstore, the young boy drifted from shelf to shelf, his small fingers grazing the spines of old tomes and new novels alike. His expression was one of serene curiosity as he perused the titles, occasionally pulling one out to inspect its cover or read a few lines. The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a kind smile, watched him with quiet amusement, recognizing the boy as a frequent visitor.
After a few minutes, the boy made his selection and brought the book to the counter. He handed over a few coins, his movements precise and deliberate. The shopkeeper gave a gentle nod, wrapping the book carefully in brown paper before handing it back to the child. With a polite nod of his own, the boy turned and made his way out of the store, disappearing back into the night.
The boy's small footsteps echoed softly as he walked down the moonlit streets, his destination a large manor that loomed at the end of the road. It was an impressive structure, grand and imposing, with its tall iron gates and meticulously kept gardens. As he approached, the gates opened slowly, allowing him to pass through without breaking his stride. He entered the manor silently, the heavy doors closing behind him without a sound.
Inside the manor, the atmosphere was one of warmth and hospitality. Laughter filled the air as the boy's adoptive parents entertained their guests in the grand drawing room. The father, a well-dressed man with a booming voice, was recounting a humorous tale, causing the gathered guests to burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha!" the group chuckled, the room buzzing with cheer.
One of the guests, a middle-aged woman with a pleasant smile, commented, "My, he certainly seems like a bright young child."
The father nodded, his expression softening as he spoke, "Seriously… Not being blessed with my own offspring had made me despondent… but now that such a fine boy has come to us, I can rest easy."
The conversation flowed easily, filled with praise for the boy. The mother, a graceful woman with a gentle demeanor, added her thoughts, "Every day is so blissful. I couldn't be happier. He's such a kind little kid."
She beamed with pride, her eyes glistening with joy as she continued, "So considerate toward the help. I've never seen a child his age who is so gentle-mannered."
The father chimed in, his voice filled with conviction, "Blood has nothing to do with parental affection. I'm going to have that boy take over my business for me!"
A round of agreement swept through the guests, their expressions a mixture of admiration and envy.
"I really envy you!" another guest exclaimed, a hint of longing in their voice. "I wish I could trade our idiot son for him!"
The room erupted in laughter again, the camaraderie palpable.
"Ha ha ha!" they laughed, the sound carrying through the halls of the grand manor.
The father leaned back in his chair, a proud smile on his face. "He's a fine boy. No doubt about it," he affirmed, his tone carrying a hint of concern. "It's just that… as he suffers from a skin disease, he can't go outside during the day."
"Oh dear, the poor thing," one of the guests murmured sympathetically.
The father nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. "I was hoping that we could develop a wonder drug for him at my company. The sooner, the better."
A soft breeze rustled the curtains as the glass door to Kibutsuji Muzan's lavish room slid open without a sound. Stepping through the doorway, Akaza entered with a fluid grace, his eyes downcast, a faint tension in his posture. The night outside was still, almost holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Akaza knelt down, his head bowed in deference, his voice low and respectful. "I am here to report to you… Lord Muzan."
Muzan, standing by the window with his back turned to Akaza, did not immediately respond. The moonlight bathed him in a pale glow, casting his features in sharp relief. Slowly, his eyes shifted, transforming from their ordinary appearance to a piercing, almost otherworldly gaze, filled with malice and expectation.
"Have you found what I asked for?" Muzan's voice was calm, yet carried an undercurrent of barely restrained impatience.
Akaza kept his head bowed, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "I looked for it but came up empty. Having no way to even confirm its existence… I was unable to locate the blue spider lily."
Muzan turned slightly, his expression unreadable, but the air around him seemed to grow colder, more oppressive. "And?" he prompted, his tone as sharp as a blade.
Akaza swallowed, pushing on despite the weight of Muzan's gaze. "I will continue to do my utmost to live up to your expectations, Lord Muzan. As ordered, I did eliminate one Hashira, so you may rest assured."
There was a moment of silence, thick with unspoken tension, before Muzan's lips curled into a smile—cold and devoid of warmth. "You seem to have the wrong idea about this… Akaza."
Without warning, a wave of immense pressure emanated from Muzan, crashing over Akaza like a tidal wave. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, as if the very room itself were pressing in on him.
"Ngh…!" Akaza grunted, his body tensing against the crushing force, struggling to remain upright.
Muzan's voice was soft but laced with venom. "So what if you disposed of one Hashira? As if that were such a feat. A demon beating a human is a foregone conclusion."
Akaza clenched his fists, the weight of Muzan's displeasure settling heavily on his shoulders. "Ngh…" he groaned again, his body trembling under the strain.
"What I want," Muzan continued, his voice rising with a chilling intensity, "is for the Demon Slayer Corps to be annihilated. Pummel the life out of every last one of them, and never let another one enter my line of sight again."
The room seemed to darken, the shadows deepening around Muzan as he spoke, his fury palpable. "It's hardly a complicated task. And yet, I'm still waiting for it to happen. What do you have to say about that?"
Akaza remained silent, unable to find words that could possibly appease his master's growing anger.
"You boast of having killed a Hashira," Muzan sneered, "but there were three other Demon Slayers there. Why did you fail to kill them off after I made a point of sending you there because you happened to be nearby?"
Each word was like a hammer blow, driving Akaza further into the ground, his body straining against the overwhelming force. Muzan's eyes bore into him, filled with contempt and disappointment.
"Akaza… Akaza… Akaza… Akaza!" Muzan's voice rose to a fever pitch, each repetition of Akaza's name echoing like a death knell.
Suddenly, Akaza's body convulsed, and blood burst from his mouth and eyes, spraying onto the floor in a gruesome display of Muzan's power. He choked, gasping for breath, his vision blurring with pain.
"You have disappointed me," Muzan said coldly, his gaze never wavering. "To think that you suffered a blow by a swordsman who isn't even a Hashira… How far you have fallen, Upper Three."
The words cut deeper than any blade, and Akaza's body shook with the effort to remain conscious.
"Dismissed," Muzan said with finality, turning away from Akaza as if he were nothing more than an afterthought.
Akaza staggered to his feet, his body aching from the punishment, and made his way out of the room, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. As he closed the glass door behind him, he heard a voice from down the hall.
"I just heard a loud noise. Are you okay?" It was the voice of his adoptive father, filled with concern.
Akaza growled low in his throat, frustration and anger boiling within him. "Grr…!" he snarled, pushing past the concerned man without a word, his mind elsewhere.
Images flashed in his mind—memories of his recent battle.
Tanjiro's voice rang out, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. "You coward!"
Akaza's rage flared, and he found himself deep within a forest, away from the prying eyes of humans and demons alike. He hurled Tanjiro's sword into a tree with a powerful throw, the blade embedding itself deep into the wood. He then began to punch the tree with all his might, each blow splintering the bark and sending shockwaves through the trunk.
"Uohh! Gurahhh!" Akaza roared, his fists pounding relentlessly against the tree, venting his frustration and anger in a violent display of strength.
"You coward!" Tanjiro's voice echoed again in his mind, a taunt that stoked the fires of his rage even further.
"Ngh!" Akaza grunted, his teeth grinding together as he slammed his fist into the tree once more, the wood cracking under the force of his blow.
He paused, his breath ragged, and his eyes burning with fury. "I know what you look like, boy!" he snarled, his voice filled with a chilling resolve. "The next time we meet, I'm going to spray your brain matter everywhere!"
The Butterfly Mansion was serene, bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the rich aroma of freshly prepared food wafted through the air. Inside the kitchen, Aoi diligently prepared dumplings, her hands moving with practiced ease. She carefully set them aside, ensuring they were perfectly arranged, her expression focused and content.
"Hmmm?" Aoi muttered to herself, noticing something was off. She glanced around the kitchen, her brow furrowing in mild confusion, but she quickly shrugged it off, returning to her work.
Meanwhile, Zenitsu walked down the hallway with a plate of bean paste buns balanced carefully in his hands. His steps were slow and thoughtful, his mind wandering as he moved toward Tanjiro's room.
'So even Tanjiro can sink into despair and feel hopeless, too,' Zenitsu thought to himself, his eyes downcast as he considered his friend's recent struggles. 'Well, why not? Even someone who sounded as well-trained as Rengoku ended up in a coma.'
Zenitsu's face reflected his inner turmoil. The loss of Rengoku weighed heavily on all of them, a stark reminder of the harsh reality they faced daily. That would make anyone sad and fall apart, he continued to muse. Look at Inosuke. Even he was bawling. I guess he was beyond frustrated.
He could still remember Inosuke's tear-streaked face, the anger and sadness in his eyes as he cried for their fallen comrade. It was a side of Inosuke Zenitsu had rarely seen—a raw vulnerability that only added to the gravity of their loss. 'Even the strongest person can suffer and feel sorrow, huh?'
Even still, Zenitsu pondered, since there's no point in cowering forever, they beat their wounded souls again and again and get back on their feet.
He admired that resilience in Tanjiro and the others. Despite the pain and loss, they always managed to push forward, refusing to let despair take hold. I'm sure that Rengoku was that kind of person, too. That's the kind of sound he gave off. Not that it wasn't a little odd, but his sound was strong and kind.
As he neared Tanjiro's hospital room, Zenitsu felt a renewed sense of determination. He peeked around the corner, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tanjiro, I secretly snagged us some bean paste buns, so let's eat!"
But before Zenitsu could step inside, Kiyo suddenly jumped back in surprise, smacking her head right against Zenitsu's face.
"Ahh!" Kiyo exclaimed, rubbing her head in pain.
"Gah…!" Zenitsu grunted, nearly dropping the buns as he staggered backward, clutching his face.
"Tanjiro's missing!" Kiyo blurted out, her eyes wide with panic. Then, noticing Zenitsu's pained expression, she quickly apologized, "Oh, Zenitsu! I'm so sorry!"
Zenitsu waved her off, still wincing but trying to maintain his composure. "No, I'm totally fine… What's wrong?"
Kiyo, still flustered, stammered, "Your focus is totally off! I really am sorry! Tanjiro's nowhere to be found, so…!"
Zenitsu blinked, his mind struggling to process the sudden news. "I'm fine…" he mumbled, more to reassure himself than anyone else.
Kiyo continued, her worry evident in her voice, "Tanjiro's wounds aren't even healed yet, but Naruto-san has been gone as well, so Lady Shinobu has really been on edge!"
Zenitsu's eyes widened in disbelief. "Ah! Seriously? And Naruto was just as hurt, if not more than Tanjiro."
He felt a mix of frustration and concern. "How can they be so reckless?" Zenitsu muttered under his breath. "Both of them need to rest and heal, but they're always thinking about everyone else first." His grip tightened on the plate of buns, a sign of his growing agitation.
"Don't worry about Naruto." Sasuke said leaning against the wall.
"But…" Kiyo tried to say but Sasuke's demeanor just caused her to lower her head.
"You know you need to be resting," Kurama grumbled, his deep voice echoing in Naruto's mind as he trudged through the dense forest. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the cool breeze, but Naruto paid little attention to the serenity around him, his focus set on his destination.
"I know, but I got a message from one of my contacts stating Lady Tamayo wanted to see me about something," Naruto replied, his tone firm but slightly apologetic. His steps were steady despite the lingering pain from his wounds, determination pushing him forward.
Kurama let out a huff, his voice filled with a mix of exasperation and concern. "You treat her like she's your mother, and she treats you like you're her son," he muttered, his usual gruffness tempered by a hint of a grumble. "Is it really worth dragging your half-healed body out here?"
Naruto couldn't help but smile at Kurama's tone, sensing the fox's underlying worry despite his harsh words. "She's done a lot for me, Kurama. If she needs to see me, it must be important. Besides, something is weird."
Kurama's ears perked up at Naruto's sudden change in tone. "You mean how you have the other Tailed Beast Chakra but they haven't said anything?" Kurama stated, sharing the same unease that Naruto felt.
"Yeah," Naruto nodded, his brow furrowing in thought. "Usually, if something happens that affects all of us, they'd reach out, or at least I'd feel something more. But it's been quiet… too quiet."
Kurama growled softly, a deep rumble of agreement that echoed in Naruto's mind. "It's unsettling. Almost like they're hiding or something's keeping them from talking. And with Tamayo wanting to see you now, it can't be a coincidence."
"Yeah, hopefully we can get some answers soon." Naruto said as he continued to walk.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling streets of the town. Tanjiro moved purposefully, his eyes fixed on the small, determined form of Rengoku's kasugai crow as it flew just ahead of him. The bird's wings flapped steadily, guiding him through the winding paths and narrow alleys, its black feathers shimmering in the fading light.
'Rengoku's crow… Thanks,' Tanjiro thought, his heart heavy but filled with determination. 'He's carrying out Rengoku's will by guiding me to his house.'
He quickened his pace, each step a mix of urgency and pain. His stomach still throbbed from his recent injuries, but he pushed the discomfort aside. There was something he needed to do, a promise he needed to keep. As he continued to follow the crow, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to clutch his stomach.
"Ngh… Gah… Ahh…" he groaned, his body protesting with every step. He paused for a moment, wincing as he tried to catch his breath. The crow, sensing his struggle, circled back briefly, its sharp eyes watching him closely. Tanjiro straightened up, forcing himself to keep moving despite the pain. He couldn't stop now, not when he was so close.
As Tanjiro rounded a corner, he looked up and saw a young boy standing outside a modest residence, a broom in hand. The boy's face was familiar, his features a softer echo of someone Tanjiro knew well.
"Are you… Senjuro?" Tanjiro called out, his voice strained but gentle.
Senjuro looked up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Tanjiro approaching. "Yes, that's me," he replied softly.
Tanjiro approached him and bowed deeply, his expression earnest and sincere. "Have you heard of Kyoujuro Rengoku's status?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadness. "I have messages from Kyoujuro for his father and for you, Senjuro… so I've come to relay them to you."
Senjuro's eyes filled with sorrow, and he nodded slowly. "For my brother? I already know what happened to my brother…" he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "Excuse me! Are you alright? Your face is deadly pale!"
Tanjiro managed a weak smile, trying to reassure the boy despite his own pain. "Ah…" he began, but before he could say more, a loud voice interrupted.
"Knock it off!" a gruff voice barked from the direction of the front gate.
Both Tanjiro and Senjuro turned to see a tall, imposing figure approaching. It was Shinjuro Rengoku, Kyoujuro's father, a bottle of sake clutched in his hand, his expression stern and unwelcoming.
"Ah…" Tanjiro and Senjuro murmured in unison, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the older man.
Shinjuro's gaze was cold, and his words were harsh as he spoke, his voice dripping with bitterness. "He would've only left the most worthless of messages, anyway. Look what he got for becoming a swordsman when he had no real talent. No wonder he is close to death!"
Tanjiro's heart clenched at the cruel words, his chest tightening with a mix of anger and sorrow. He could see the pain in Senjuro's eyes, the boy's shoulders tensing under the weight of his father's harshness.
"Worthless," Shinjuro continued, his tone scornful and dismissive. "What a fool of a son Kyoujuro was! A person's talent level is determined the day he's born. Only a mere handful have any talent. The rest are just members of the masses! Completely useless trash, they are!"
Tanjiro felt a surge of emotion rise within him—a mixture of outrage at Shinjuro's cruel words and a deep sympathy for Senjuro, who stood quietly, his head bowed under his father's tirade. He wanted to say something, to defend Rengoku's honor, but he knew that now wasn't the time to argue.
Instead, he took a deep breath, calming the storm inside him, and stood tall. "Kyoujuro Rengoku was not worthless," Tanjiro said firmly, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "He was strong, brave, and kind. He saved many lives, and he lived with honor."
Shinjuro glared at Tanjiro, but the younger boy did not waver. His eyes were filled with conviction, reflecting the respect and admiration he held for the Flame Hashira who had given his life to protect others.
Tanjiro turned to Senjuro, his expression softening as he saw the pain in the young boy's eyes. "I know this is hard," he said gently. "But your brother would want you to know how proud he was of you. He believed in you, Senjuro. Don't ever forget that."
Senjuro looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, but he nodded, drawing strength from Tanjiro's words. Shinjuro, still fuming, turned away in frustration, muttering under his breath as he stormed back into the house.
As the door slammed shut behind him, the air seemed to lighten just a bit. Tanjiro and Senjuro stood in the quiet of the evening, the weight of Shinjuro's harsh words lingering, but overshadowed by the memory of Kyoujuro's kindness and courage.
"Thank you," Senjuro whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
Tanjiro smiled softly, placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "Your brother was a great man," he said quietly. "And I'm sure you'll see each other again soon."
Shinjuro Rengoku took a swig from his sake bottle, his eyes narrowed in anger and bitterness. He stared at the ground, lost in his own thoughts, before speaking with a harsh, dismissive tone. "Kyoujuro was in that group. He had no real talent. So why wouldn't he end up dead?"
His words cut through the air like a knife, cold and unforgiving. He turned his gaze to his younger son, Senjuro, who stood nearby, clutching a broom with trembling hands. "Senjuro! The funeral's over now. It's high time you wiped that gloomy look off your face!"
Senjuro's eyes filled with tears, his small frame shaking under the weight of his father's cruelty. Tanjiro, who had been standing quietly nearby, felt a surge of anger rise within him. "Hold on!" he shouted, stepping forward. "That's going way too far. Please stop talking about him like that!"
Shinjuro's eyes snapped to Tanjiro, his expression twisted in a mixture of anger and confusion. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Get out! Don't you dare set foot on our property!"
Tanjiro held his ground, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'm with… the Demon Slayer Corps!" he declared, his voice steady despite the tension.
Shinjuro's gaze dropped to Tanjiro's earrings, and his eyes widened in shock. "Ngh…!" he grunted, dropping his bottle of sake to the ground with a loud clatter.
"You… I get it now. You… You're a wielder of the Sun Breathing technique, right? Am I right?!" Shinjuro's voice was frantic, his previous anger replaced by a strange, manic intensity.
Tanjiro blinked in confusion. "Sun Breathing? What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to make sense of the older man's sudden shift in demeanor.
Shinjuro's face contorted in rage once more. "Ngh…!" he growled, his body trembling with barely contained fury.
"Ah!" Senjuro gasped, stepping back in fear.
"Ah…!" Tanjiro muttered, sensing the dangerous shift in the air.
Before he could react, Shinjuro lunged at him with surprising speed, shoving Tanjiro to the ground and pinning him by his neck. Tanjiro's eyes widened in shock as he struggled under Shinjuro's iron grip. 'So fast! There were no amateur moves!' he thought, recognizing the strength and precision in Shinjuro's movements.
"Father! Please stop! Just look at his face! Can't you see that he's not well?!" Senjuro pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.
"Keep your mouth shut!" Shinjuro barked, slapping Senjuro away with a swift backhand. Senjuro stumbled backward, tears spilling from his eyes.
"That's enough, you monster!" Tanjiro shouted, his anger boiling over. He kicked Shinjuro's hand away and struggled to his feet, his body tense and ready for a fight. "Why are you acting like this, anyway?! Insulting your own child, who lost his life… striking him… What is it that you want to do?!"
Shinjuro glared at Tanjiro, his expression a mixture of rage and frustration. "You… You're mocking us, aren't you?!" he spat, his voice shaking with emotion.
"What makes you say that? I have no idea what you mean! Now you're just slandering me!" Tanjiro shot back, his eyes burning with defiance.
"That's because you're a wielder of the Sun Breathing technique!" Shinjuro shouted, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "I know all about those earrings. It was written in the book!"
Tanjiro's mind raced, trying to piece together what Shinjuro was saying. "Ah…" he muttered, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion. 'Sun Breathing… Could he be talking about Hinokami Kagura?'
"The first breathing… The first breathing technique ever created… The most powerful of them all," Shinjuro continued, his voice filled with a strange, almost desperate fervor. "And all the other techniques are derived from Sun Breathing! All the others just mimic Sun Breathing. They're just cheap imitations, retrograde versions of Sun Breathing! Fire, Water, Wind… All of them!"
Tanjiro's eyes widened in shock. "Ah…" he murmured, struggling to comprehend the significance of Shinjuro's words.
'What does he mean?' Tanjiro wondered, his thoughts racing. 'We've been charcoal burners for generations. We have records to prove it. Sun Breathing… Hinokami Kagura… No, never mind that… There's something more important than that!'
"Don't get cocky just because you're a wielder of the Sun Breathing technique, boy!" Shinjuro snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.
Tanjiro gritted his teeth, anger and frustration bubbling up inside him. "Grr…! As if I could! Can't you see how devastated I am by my own weakness?! Why, you… miserable old fart!" he shouted, his voice filled with emotion.
"Look out! My father is…" Senjuro began, his voice trembling with fear.
"Don't you badmouth Rengoku… Don't you dare!" Tanjiro yelled, charging toward Shinjuro with his fist raised in anger.
"…a former Hashira!" Senjuro finished, his warning coming too late.
Shinjuro moved with the speed and precision of a seasoned warrior, hooking his arm under Tanjiro's and catching his punch mid-air. "Ah!" Tanjiro gasped, caught off guard by Shinjuro's skill.
"Ngh!" Shinjuro grunted, swinging his other fist and landing a heavy punch on Tanjiro's face. Tanjiro staggered back, his vision blurring from the impact.
"Please stop… Father!" Senjuro cried out, his voice breaking with desperation.
'But why?' Tanjiro wondered, his mind spinning. 'If Hinokami Kagura is a Sun Breathing technique… then, that day, why wasn't I able to save Rengoku? Why? Why?!'
Shinjuro prepared to strike again, his fist poised to deliver another blow. But before he could, Tanjiro summoned all his strength and lunged forward, headbutting Shinjuro with full force. "Why couldn't I?!" Tanjiro screamed in his mind, the impact of the headbutt echoing through his skull.
"Urk…!" Shinjuro grunted, stumbling backward, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow.
"Ah!" Senjuro cried out, watching in shock as his father staggered.
"Ahh…" Shinjuro groaned, clutching his head as he sank to his knees, the fight drained out of him.
Tanjiro sat in the receiving room of the Rengoku residence, his head bowed in thought. Now look at what I've done… he thought, guilt gnawing at him.
Senjuro entered the room, carrying a tray with a cup of tea. "Here's some tea. Please drink it," he said softly, placing the cup in front of Tanjiro.
"Ahh… Thank you," Tanjiro replied, taking the cup gratefully. He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Sorry. I mean, for headbutting your father… Is he okay?"
Senjuro nodded, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I think he'll be fine. He even went out to buy some sake once he came to."
Tanjiro blinked in surprise. "Is that right?"
Senjuro's smile widened slightly. "Thank you very much."
Tanjiro looked at him, confused. "Huh?"
"You took a load off my mind," Senjuro explained, his voice filled with gratitude. "I could never even talk back when he badmouthed my brother. Please can you tell me what exactly happened to my brother?"
Tanjiro's expression softened, and he began to explain what had happened, recounting Kyoujuro's moments with as much detail and respect as he could.
Senjuro listened quietly, tears welling up in his eyes. "I see. So, my brother was valiant until the end… Thank you very much." He bowed deeply, his forehead touching the floor.
"Ah…" Tanjiro said, taken aback by the gesture. He quickly bowed as well. "Oh no, please… Forgive me for coming up short."
Senjuro looked up, his expression earnest. "Please don't worry about it. I'm sure my brother told you the same thing, didn't he?"
Senjuro stood up and went over to a nearby shelf, pulling out a small, worn book. "Something in a book my father often read rang a bell. I believe this must be it."
He handed the book to Tanjiro, who accepted it with a grateful nod. "Ah… Th-Thank you very much!"
"Is what you'd like to know in those pages?" Senjuro asked, his voice soft but hopeful.
Tanjiro opened the book, his eyes scanning the pages eagerly. "L-Look at this!" he exclaimed, his heart racing as he realized what he had found.
Naruto approached the house where he had learned Lady Tamayo and Yushiro were staying. It was a modest dwelling, tucked neatly between two larger buildings on a quiet street. The simplicity of the house's exterior gave it an unassuming presence, perfect for those who wished to remain unnoticed.
"Heh, always in plain sight, huh?" Naruto muttered to himself with a smile, appreciating the cleverness of their hiding spot. He took a step closer, but his attention was suddenly drawn to a voice coming from inside the house.
"WEEE! Man can't keep ol' Killer Bee cooped up here, you fool, you fool!" The voice rang out with a familiar rhythm, causing Naruto's eyes to widen in surprise. He knew that voice anywhere.
"Killer Bee?" Naruto whispered, barely able to believe what he was hearing.
"What does that even mean? You don't make sense!" came another voice, this one sharp and filled with irritation. Naruto recognized it as Yushiro's, unmistakably annoyed as usual.
Naruto's curiosity peaked. What was Killer Bee doing here with Tamayo and Yushiro? And how had he ended up in this world? He quickly moved closer to the house, eager to find out what was going on inside.
Naruto entered the room, his eyes immediately taking in the scene before him. Killer Bee was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a wide grin on his face as if he hadn't a care in the world. Across from him, Yushiro stood with his arms crossed, glaring daggers at the man. Lady Tamayo sat nearby, her face marked with concern, her eyes darting between Yushiro and their unexpected guest.
"Man, the only reason I'm here is 'cause you said you know Mr. Nine, right?" Killer Bee said, his tone light and casual, almost as if he were talking about a mutual friend rather than an unusual situation. Tamayo nodded in response, her expression serious but kind.
Naruto's heart skipped a beat at the mention of "Mr. Nine." He stepped further into the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. "Killer Bee!" Naruto called out, a mix of surprise and relief in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
Killer Bee's grin widened when he saw Naruto. "Yo, Naruto! Been waitin' for you, my dude!" he rapped, waving a hand in greeting. "This place is kinda wack, but they said you'd come back!"
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle at Bee's usual rhymes, even in such a strange situation. "Yeah, I'm here. But what's going on? How did you end up with Lady Tamayo and Yushiro?"
Tamayo glanced at Naruto, her expression softening as she saw him. "It seems he was running from Muzan. But he said a woman was chasing him."
"A woman?" Naruto echoed, a sense of unease settling in his gut. Immediately, Tomoe's image flashed in his mind. "Bee, can you describe the woman's appearance?"
Killer Bee nodded, his natural flair for rapping coming through even in a serious moment. "Young looking woman with white skin at that, with white hair and a horn to bat," he rapped, causing Naruto to sweat drop. "Wore a traditional yukata but had huge tata's, ya fool, and Byakugan."
Naruto's eyes widened in realization. Bee's unusual way of describing things aside, the details matched Tomoe perfectly. The white hair, the horn, and especially the Byakugan—there was no doubt it was her.
"That's definitely Tomoe," Naruto muttered, piecing everything together in his mind. He felt a knot of concern tighten in his stomach. "But why was she after you, though?"
Killer Bee glanced at Naruto, his expression serious despite his usual playful demeanor. "I think that's best left with communicating with our beast," Bee answered, a knowing look in his eyes as he held his fist out toward Naruto.
Naruto understood immediately, raising his fist to meet Bee's in a familiar gesture of solidarity. As soon as their fists touched, Naruto felt a familiar pull, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself transported into a vast, watery landscape. He was now standing in the mindscape where the tailed beasts often convened. Ahead of him loomed the colossal form of Gyūki, the Eight-Tails, with Kurama standing tall behind Naruto, his massive tails waving gently.
Naruto turned to face the two mighty beasts, sensing the urgency in the air. "So what's this about?" he asked, his voice steady, though his heart was filled with concern. Kurama watched silently, his eyes narrowed in focus.
Bee started first, his usual rhyming tone absent, replaced with a serious expression. "It started two years ago, right after you disappeared. Everyone was searchin' high and low for you, but you were gone, no trace left to show."
Gyūki picked up the explanation, his deep voice rumbling through the space. "Then suddenly, we started losing our connections to the other Tailed Beasts. One by one, the links went silent, until there was nothing. Then that woman you call Tomoe showed up."
Naruto's eyes widened slightly, listening intently. "Tomoe…" he muttered, piecing the story together.
Bee chimed in, his face tightening at the memory. "Man, fool, she beat us up black and blue. Didn't hold back, left no clue."
Gyūki continued, his voice grave. "She brought us to this strange place that looked like a castle—a twisted, dark realm. We were only able to escape because we hitched a ride as a severed tentacle through a portal. It was a narrow escape."
Naruto clenched his fists, anger rising within him. "And the other Tailed Beasts?" he asked, dreading the answer.
Gyūki lowered his head, a deep growl escaping his throat. "From what it looked like, she captured all of them. Except for you, Naruto. We think they're trying to reform the Ten-Tails."
"Their not… Or At least not reforming one from us." Kurama stated confusing Bee and Gyuki
"Explain yourself, Kurama," Gyūki added, his tone serious and curious.
Kurama exchanged a quick glance with Naruto before turning his gaze back to Bee and Gyūki. "From what I've sensed and what I've learned, they aren't trying to recreate the Ten-Tails from our chakras. Shingen and Tomoe have their own Ten-Tails, and they're using it to power up the demons for some purpose. Whatever it is, it's not good."
Bee's eyes widened with realization. "So, they're using a different Ten-Tails? That means they could be planning something even worse than we thought."
"Exactly," Kurama confirmed, his expression grim. "They're not just after power; they're after something much bigger, something that could tip the balance of this world and beyond."
Naruto's face grew serious, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes. "But thanks to the chakra you all gave me, I've got access to the Old Man Six Paths' chakra again."
Bee grinned, trying to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation. "Well, that's something, yo. We've got to use every edge we can get."
Gyūki nodded in agreement. "With the power of the Sage of Six Paths, we might stand a chance against whatever they're planning. But we need to move quickly. Who knows what Shingen and Tomoe are plotting with that Ten-Tails of theirs."
"So how can me and Eighto help you, Naruto?" Killer Bee asked, his tone serious despite his usual laid-back demeanor. Naruto's expression hardened, the weight of the situation pressing on him.
"Honestly, the best thing you guys can do is lay low for a while," Naruto replied. "I have a network that could hide you, or you could stay at the Demon Slayer Corps HQ. They're well-equipped to handle powerful enemies."
Bee raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Demon Slayer Corps? What is that?"
"It's an organization in this world," Naruto explained. "They specialize in hunting demons and protecting people. They're strong, and they have some unique techniques that could come in handy. Plus, their headquarters is pretty well-hidden. It might be the safest place for you both right now."
Gyūki nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like they know what they're doing. And if they're strong enough to protect humans from demons, they might be able to help us figure out what Shingen and Tomoe are planning."
Naruto nodded before opening his eyes to see Tamayo still sitting where she was looking at him with motherly concern as Bee notices this.
"I am just gonna excuse myself." Bee rapped as he got up to leave the room.
Naruto nodded, taking a moment to steady himself. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Tamayo still sitting across from him, her gaze filled with a deep, motherly concern that seemed to cut through the tension in the room.
Bee, noticing the subtle exchange between Naruto and Tamayo, decided to give them some space. With a playful grin and a light-hearted tone, he rapped, "I'm just gonna excuse myself," as he got up from his seat.
He made his way toward the door, his steps light and casual, but there was a seriousness in his demeanor that showed he understood the gravity of the situation. As he left the room, the door closed softly behind him, leaving Naruto and Tamayo alone in a calm, quiet moment.
Tamayo's gaze softened as she observed Naruto. "You seem happy, Naruto-kun," she remarked with a small, gentle smile.
Naruto looked surprised for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head, a familiar gesture of his. "I guess you can say that," he replied, his smile growing a bit wider.
"Is it because you found someone special?" Tamayo asked with an almost knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with gentle amusement.
Naruto's cheeks flushed a deep red at her comment, and he quickly averted his gaze, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "W-What? No, it's not like that!" he stammered, his voice a mix of flustered denial and surprise.
Tamayo chuckled softly, clearly enjoying Naruto's reaction. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Naruto-kun. It's only natural to feel that way when someone has touched your heart."
Naruto tried to regain his composure, taking a deep breath before giving a small, shy smile. "I guess… maybe there's someone," he admitted quietly. "But it's all kind of confusing right now, with everything going on."
Tamayo nodded in understanding, her expression warm. "It's good to hold onto those feelings, even in difficult times. They give us strength when we need it the most."
Naruto looked back at her, his blush fading but his smile remaining. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said softly. He thought briefly about Shinobu before he snapped out of his trance. "But I can't be with her."
Tamayo's smile softened as she listened to Naruto. "You can't be with her because you plan to leave, is that it?" she asked gently.
Naruto nodded, his expression conflicted. "Yeah… I found a way home," he said, his voice quieter now. "As soon as we rescue the Tailed Beasts and stop Muzan and Shingen's plan, Sasuke, Sakura, and I… we're going to head back to our world."
Tamayo's eyes filled with understanding as she spoke softly, "But leaving doesn't necessarily mean goodbye forever. You've already created bonds here, Naruto-kun. Bonds that are hard to sever, even across worlds."
Naruto looked down, clenching his fists slightly. "I know… but I don't want to make it harder for her. It's better if I just stay focused on the mission."
Tamayo placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes the heart doesn't follow the same logic as the mind. Even if you have to part ways, the time you've spent together still matters. It's okay to feel what you feel."
Naruto looked at her, his eyes showing a mix of emotions. "But is it fair to her?"
Tamayo's smile returned, serene and wise. "Life is unpredictable, Naruto-kun. What matters is being honest with yourself—and with her. Even if the path ahead leads you apart, it doesn't mean the connection you've made is any less important."
Naruto hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Still… it feels selfish. If I let her get closer, then I leave, it'll just hurt more. I don't want to put her through that."
Tamayo's expression softened, her wisdom shining through her gentle demeanor. "Caring for someone deeply will always come with the risk of pain, Naruto-kun. But denying those feelings can sometimes hurt more than embracing them. What matters is that you allow both yourself and her the chance to decide how to handle those feelings."
Naruto remained silent for a moment, mulling over her words. "It's just... I've lost people before. I don't want to put her through that if I can avoid it."
Tamayo nodded, understanding the weight of his past. "That fear of loss is a part of life, but so is love. Sometimes we protect others by allowing them to know the truth, even if it's difficult."
Naruto sighed, looking conflicted. "So, you think I should tell her? Even if I'm leaving?"
"Only you can decide that," Tamayo replied softly. "But you shouldn't ignore your heart just because the path seems uncertain. She may surprise you."
"Thanks Kaa-san…" Naruto said before realizing what he said as he looked up at Tamayo blinked in surprise, her eyes widening slightly at Naruto's words. For a moment, there was silence between them, the weight of what he had said hanging in the air.
"Kaa-san…" she repeated softly, her expression a mixture of shock and something tender. It was clear that she hadn't expected such a term of endearment, especially from Naruto.
Naruto quickly raised his hands in a flustered apology. "S-sorry, Lady Tamayo! It just slipped out! I didn't mean to—"
Before he could finish, Tamayo smiled warmly, her eyes softening. "It's all right, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice gentle. "I'm honored you feel that way. Truly."
Naruto rubbed the back of his head, still embarrassed. "I don't really know what came over me… It just felt natural, I guess."
Tamayo's smile deepened, filled with motherly affection. "You've been through so much, Naruto. Sometimes, when we find comfort in someone, we see them in a way that fills the voids in our hearts. If that's how you see me, I'm glad to have been able to provide that for you."
Naruto's heart swelled with a warmth he hadn't realized he needed. Tamayo's kindness reminded him so much of the family he had lost and never truly had growing up. He gave her a genuine smile, one that spoke of gratitude and relief.
"I probably should head back."
Tamayo nodded gently, her smile never wavering. "Yes, you should. But remember, Naruto-kun, you don't have to carry everything on your own. There are people here who care about you, and we'll all be there for you when you need it."
Naruto stood up, his expression softening as he looked at her one last time. "Thanks, Lady Tamayo... I mean, Kaa-san," he corrected with a playful smile.
Tamayo chuckled, her eyes warm with affection. "Take care, Naruto. And don't hesitate to come by if you ever need to talk."
Naruto gave a quick nod before heading toward the door, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.
Tanjiro knelt on the floor, carefully flipping through the tattered pages of the Flame Hashira Chronicles. His heart sank as he saw the state of the book.
"Ahh…" Tanjiro sighed, his brow furrowing in concern. "It's ripped to shreds… It's unreadable for the most part. Was it like this from the start?"
Senjuro, standing beside him, looked down with regret. "No, that's not possible," he said softly. "After all, the Flame Hashira Chronicles are stored very carefully." His voice wavered as he continued, "I believe it was my father who tore those pages. I'm so sorry."
Tanjiro immediately shook his head, his tone gentle. "No, it's not your fault, Senjuro. Please don't feel bad about it."
"But you came all this way for it, only to end up learning nothing about Hinokami Kagura or what my father called 'Sun Breathing,'" Senjuro said, his voice filled with disappointment.
Tanjiro placed a comforting hand on Senjuro's shoulder. "It's all right," he reassured him. "I know what it is that I must do. I'm going to train harder."
Senjuro's eyes widened slightly. "Is that right?" he asked.
Tanjiro nodded, determination shining in his eyes. "Even when it comes to Hinokami Kagura, though I know how to perform the dance… I still haven't managed to master it. When I use Hinokami Kagura while maintaining Total Concentration, I can't move my body the way I want to."
Senjuro listened intently as Tanjiro continued, his voice steady but filled with a deep sense of resolve. "I'm to blame for that. I can't physically keep up with it. My stamina's improved thanks to Total Concentration, Constant, but it's still not enough."
Tanjiro's voice dropped, filled with the weight of regret. "I'm supposed to gain stamina by the day if I can maintain Constant, but I can't get stronger in an instant. That day, if only I'd been more powerful in an instant… If only there'd been a way for me to become strong enough to save Rengoku…"
He clenched his fists, his words filled with frustration. "I've tried to come up with one. But there's no such convenient method. There just weren't any shortcuts. All I can do is struggle. To move forward by pulling out all the stops to do whatever it is that I can. No matter how grueling or frustrating it may be."
Tanjiro stood tall, his voice unwavering. "And then, I… am going to become a powerful Hashira like Kyoujuro… no matter what."
Senjuro, unable to hold back his emotions, began to cry. "Ah…" he choked, tears streaming down his face. "My brother didn't have a Tsuguko."
Tanjiro listened quietly, his heart aching for Senjuro as he spoke.
"Normally, I would've become his Tsuguko and would've had to train as a Hashira in reserve," Senjuro continued, his voice trembling. "But… my Nichirin Sword failed to change color. Nichirin Swords don't change color until you've acquired a certain level of sword skills… but no matter how much training I underwent, it was no good."
Senjuro wiped at his eyes, his voice filled with sadness. "I'm going to forget about becoming a swordsman… and be useful to others in some other way. This will break the line of the Flame Hashira and inflict damage on its long history… but I'm sure that my brother… will forgive me."
Tanjiro's eyes softened, filled with understanding. "Walk down the path that you feel is right, Senjuro."
He leaned in slightly, his tone firm and protective. "If anyone dares to badmouth you, Senjuro… I'll personally headbutt them!"
Senjuro blinked through his tears, surprised by Tanjiro's fierce declaration. "I don't think that's a good idea…"
Tanjiro, ever determined, gave a small, pained grunt. "Ngh…"
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Rengoku residence, Tanjiro prepared to leave, his heart filled with both determination and sorrow.
Senjuro stood before him, his expression firm but hopeful. "I'll restore the Flame Hashira Chronicles myself," he said confidently. "I'll look into other books, as well. I'll also ask my father, and if I find out anything, I'll send word through our crow."
Tanjiro nodded, gratitude filling his chest. "No, I'm the one who should be thanking you," he replied earnestly.
As Tanjiro turned to go, Senjuro suddenly called out, "Wait, Tanjiro."
Tanjiro stopped and looked back. Senjuro held out something in his hand, the light of the setting sun catching its surface. It was the sword guard from Rengoku's Nichirin Sword.
"It's my brother's spare Nichirin Sword guard," Senjuro explained, his voice steady despite the weight of the gesture.
Tanjiro's eyes widened in surprise. "I-I can't accept something as valuable as this! I…" He trailed off, unsure of how to respond to such a meaningful gift.
But Senjuro was resolute. "I want you to take it with you. I'm sure it will protect you."
Tanjiro, overwhelmed with emotion, gently accepted the sword guard, his hands trembling slightly. "Ah… Thank you," he said softly.
With that, Tanjiro took his leave, heading back down the path as Senjuro waved him off. Once Tanjiro was out of sight, Senjuro turned back toward the house, walking slowly inside.
He made his way to the veranda where his father, Shinjuro, sat silently, a bottle of sake in hand. Senjuro hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Excuse me," he said, his voice tentative. "Father, our visitor…"
"Shut up! I don't give a damn," Shinjuro barked, not even turning to look at his son. "Get out of here."
Senjuro's heart sank, but he tried once more. "B-But my brother's message to you—"
"Worthless!" Shinjuro snapped, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "It's probably just his gripes toward me. I already know what he'd say! Now get out of my sight!"
Senjuro closed his eyes for a moment, his heart heavy. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Very well. 'Please take care of yourself.' Those are the only words that my brother left for you, Father."
As Senjuro left, Shinjuro sat alone on the veranda, gripping the sake bottle. His expression twisted with regret, and memories of his son flooded his mind.
"I'll be heading out now, Father," Kyoujuro's voice echoed in his thoughts. Shinjuro's grip on the bottle faltered, and suddenly, tears welled in his eyes. He clenched his fists, his voice breaking as he muttered, "Kyoujuro…"
Shinjuro's shoulders shook as he began to cry, alone with his grief and his memories.
As the evening deepened, Tanjiro made his way back toward the Butterfly Mansion. His breathing was labored, and his body ached from exhaustion.
"Do I have a fever?" he wondered aloud, his thoughts sluggish. "I can't breathe." He glanced at the box on his back. "Don't worry, Nezuko. The Butterfly Mansion's not far off."
Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the path, standing ominously with a scowl on his face.
"Ngh… Grr…!" came the unmistakable growl of Haganezuka, the swordsmith. His eyes blazed with fury, and he seemed seconds away from exploding.
Tanjiro froze in his tracks. "Ah!" he exclaimed, already dreading what was coming.
"Urahhh!" Haganezuka roared, brandishing two knives in his hands as he charged at Tanjiro. "You lost your sword?! Are you out of your mind, you fool?! You deserve to die ten thousand times over!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! I'm truly sorry!" Tanjiro cried, already sprinting away as Haganezuka gave chase.
"Ugahhh! Urahh!" The swordsmith's fury knew no bounds as he lunged at Tanjiro with wild swings of his blades. Tanjiro darted behind a tree, hoping to avoid Haganezuka's wrath.
"Ahhh!" Haganezuka bellowed, his rage driving him to follow Tanjiro up the tree.
Tanjiro leaped from the tree, landing on the ground and running as fast as his weary body would allow.
"Huh? Huh? Huh, huh? Urahhh!" Haganezuka chased after him, his eyes wild with anger, determined to make Tanjiro pay for the loss of his sword.
The night echoed with their voices as Tanjiro fled, and Haganezuka pursued him relentlessly into the forest.
It was a calm morning at the Butterfly Mansion, the sunlight filtering through the paper doors as Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke sat down for breakfast. Tanjiro, however, looked utterly exhausted, his eyes half-lidded, and his body slumped in his seat.
Zenitsu, ever the gossip, smirked as he glanced over at Tanjiro. "He says that he got chased by Mr. Haganezuka until close to daybreak," he said, recounting the chaotic events of the previous night.
Inosuke's eyes lit up with excitement. "So that's why you're not eating? Gimme!" Without hesitation, he reached across the table, grabbing at Tanjiro's untouched food.
Images from the night before flashed through Tanjiro's mind, particularly the terrifying sight of Haganezuka storming after him, knives in hand.
"Urahhh! Urahhh~!" the swordsmith's voice echoed in his head, still fresh from the relentless pursuit.
Aoi had played a key role in calming the situation, leading him away.
"This way!" Aoi had called out, and Tanjiro had apologized profusely as he darted behind her for safety.
"Urahh~!" Haganezuka had continued to roar as they escaped his wrath.
Tanjiro sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Ahh… If Aoi hadn't calmed him down for me, he would've kept chasing me until noon," he muttered, too drained to put up much of a fight for his food.
Aoi, ever the efficient caretaker, walked over with a tray in hand. "Would anyone like seconds?" she asked, her usual no-nonsense tone still tinged with kindness.
The three Butterfly Mansion girls, Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi, chimed in cheerfully, "Would you like some?"
"Gimme!" Inosuke shouted again, devouring whatever was placed in front of him with no hesitation.
Tanjiro managed a small, grateful smile. "Aoi, thank you for yesterday. You, too, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. I don't know what I would've done without your help."
Aoi waved off his thanks, her expression softening a little. "Don't mention it. It was nothing."
Zenitsu, ever the curious one, leaned in and asked, "What's Mr. Haganezuka up to now? Still fuming?"
Aoi shook her head. "Mr. Haganezuka? Oh, he's sitting on the veranda, eating rice dumplings."
Kiyo giggled softly as she added, "And it seems like he's finally back in a good mood!"
Tanjiro let out a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness…"
Sumi, always bright and cheerful, smiled at Tanjiro. "Rice dumplings are Mr. Haganezuka's favorite food!"
Naho joined in with a mischievous grin. "Next time he starts fuming, you should go buy some for him."
Inosuke, his mouth still full of food, pointed at Aoi. "I want to have some, too!"
Aoi rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at the boisterous Inosuke. "Fine, I'll go get you some later, all right?" she said, as the breakfast chatter continued in its lively way.
Not knowing of the dangers that lay ahead of them...
And Scene yeah back story and I gave Shingen the Standard shonen villian trope I guess. Partly I think I kinda pulled from Sasuke back story but meh it's a OC. And I actually check I don't really know how pairs are chosen so I hope at least I created some sense. As For Naruto and Shinobu's relationship it is gonna be a slow burn not gonna lie. I want their relation to actually grow and foster. As for Tamayo and Naruto yes I made him call her mom cause they do have that mother and son relationship that I set up back in chapter 2 he just now just accidentally called the teacher mom now lol. Anyways no Guarantees when chapter 10 is coming but we are approaching the Entertainment District Arc. SO see you in the next one.