-The Fire God Dance! A certain warrior shouted furiously... no it was a child? Yes, it was a child. A boy of fifteen, and he was fighting fiercely for his life. His face twisted in pain, and his body couldn't take another step. How did this boy fight? That was the same question the attacking figure asked himself.

The boy fought like a true warrior, not on his strength but on his unwavering will, defending himself and the men at his feet. The more he parried the attacks of the inhuman, strange, pale, and very, very strong creature. The more his attacks grew harder, stronger, faster, and more confident.

And the demon grew weaker and weaker, as if it were aging, aging faster than it was striking. But the demon had no attempt to at least retreat. He was the initiator of the assault, whatever reason made him keep attacking and attacking, through a roar and anger delivering deadly blows over and over again.

Kibutsuji Mudzan. The man who betrayed the entire human species. The man who became a nightmare and a man who started a demonic terror, right now he was terrified... terrified of the small but powerful figure before him.

No one he had ever seen before, the boy in front of him was essentially dead, his body temperature had long since surpassed a hundred degrees and was rising steadily further. His heart had stopped pumping blood, only his arms and legs were working. He wasn't even breathing, but his mind was clear. At one point he thought... who is the demon here?

All his moons are dead, he's weakened, and in the end he has nowhere to run... it's too late if he retreats, this boy will surely kill him...the boy just needs to wait until morning, and then the sunlight will take him away... The Demon Progenitor felt like a cornered mouse in the clutches of a hungry cat.

All of his attacks, all of his movements, all of his strength, were directed at the death zones. It was as if he had trained these movements for centuries, specially for him, graceful and very hot movements read him by heart, all the time stalking his body.

Does he want to retreat on his own? That is the stupidest thing Mudzan has ever heard... He will fight. He is too arrogant to retreat and too greedy to let go of such a beautiful body, and in the end he is a demon... ferocity is in his blood.

And what did the boy suffering demon think?...nothing, the mind was present, but the soul was not. His soul hid from this theater of fire and blood... still he was a boy, a small, good-natured boy, carrying a whole mountain on his small shoulders. He's scared.

-Tanjiro... a light yet resonant voice made the boy gasp, and open his eyes in thought.

The boy was looking for his voice... he wanted to find it so badly, he didn't want to be alone.

Right now he was wandering in his own soul. In a pure, beautiful and beautiful soul. Excitedly searching for a voice.

-Please! help me! I beg you! I need to protect! I need to defeat! I need to win! Please! the last word the boy seemed to shout out with all his might, a desperate cry for help coming straight from his soul.

-24 catcalls... 24 feelings and 24 long centuries of improvement... Your family is indeed great Tanjiro. The confident and majestic tone of voice helped the boy find his way to himself. He was from below, in the reflection of the boy's face.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni. A man forever left behind in the legends of this world. His face was reflected right into that beautiful ocean as if he had walked into the boy's soul, into its very depths.

-Your body without a soul cannot strike the final blow..." the man said in a monotone voice.

-But also if you return to your soul, you will die instantly, quickly but painfully... In an unemotional voice shocked the boy already known as Yerichi.

-What will you choose? already on a subconscious level with a face to face intimidating said the man. There was no time at all, he had to end it now, and he was going to help the boy a little with that. Help him make a choice.

It took a while for the boy to process the information. Then he looked firmly at the founder of the breaths and with full confidence in his eyes he mouthed.

-I will return to my soul and deliver the final blow! clearly and quickly said the boy, thereby shocking even the great swordsman. This is what is called a true warrior, Tanjiro didn't think about his life or death, he already knew that he would die when he was mortally wounded in the heart, he now needs to take Muzzan with him... so that everyone who is dear to him, so that all innocent people in the world can sleep peacefully.

The heart of a true warrior: noble, brave, and confident. Tanjiro's strength was admired even by the demon progenitor himself...

-That's much better... Mudzan smiled mischievously and with his flexibility entered straight into Tanjiro's space, striking the boy's lungs with his hands, blood gushing... as did the boy's blows. It seemed as if he had snapped out of his trance and was now fully counteracting his power... just magnificent power

The scalding blows of the sun, they were very hard to regenerate. And what was most horrible was the final conviction that the boy was not human... And that's why his movement is so easy to count and dominate his space.

Just when Mudzan was about to do the same trick... he was hit with a barrage of chaotic, hot and deadly blows. He relaxed. And boy... what was wrong with this creature? Mudzan was angry, his rage ignoring the pain he was inflicted and he began blindly storming his opponent.

-The Fire God Dance! Twenty-fourth kata! *The boy shouted as hard as he could and he was already in the stormtrooper role, with light movements he sliced through all of the demon's limbs, completely, So they wouldn't regenerate as quickly. Then with a chaotic motion he cut through the muscles completely. And 12 precise and fast strokes were going to destroy 7 hearts and 5 brains...

Muzzan didn't see it coming... he was still aging, still that damned poison stopping his body and those pillars... he lost too much strength and his reactions got noticeably worse... This was the end, he would have to back down. He was hiding this trump card...

-The Demonic Blood Arts... Endless Blood. The demon said the last words looking straight into the boy's eyes, with these words it was as if he had stopped the fight. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a castle began to form... it's a castle of infinity and that's what Mudzan was going to spend all his main powers on.

-Infinity Labi... no sooner had Muzzan finished than the boy was in front of his face in lightning speed cutting through everything he could, he didn't care about the infinity labyrinth, he was just stalking Muzzan's body, was he faster than his blood?

-No way. Mudzan froze in fear, right in front of him was he... It was Yerichi, and he wants to kill him. His mind knew no one else with whom to describe this boy.

Fear gradually turned to madness and anger, Shout Shattered Glass. He sped furiously through the castle, he tried to escape but it flamed.

-12 strokes of Tanjiro... these strokes you can do for 24 hours in a row, after the time runs out you'll die faster than you realize it. Each blow must be done in an instant, Mudzan will not be able to regenerate himself. As if echoing in Tanjiro's head, these words stuck in his mind.

Strike... The heart was defeated, Punch... Brain too, Punch... more Brain. Tanjiro was killing the last demon while preparing for his death... Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch.

Tanjiro struck eleven of the founding organs... leaving a final heart, on his chest.

At the same time, the demon progenitor was preparing to die, his eyes a clear expression of fear and terror... The day he met Yerichi, he didn't think he would meet him again...

Rumbling. Suddenly Tanjiro's body fell dead; he was dead. The Infinite Castle sped up time tremendously, and 24 hours felt like seconds, and he fell. But so did Mudzan, he thought he was dead the moment his face flashed in front of him. Then he simply refused to think, and now he thought he was not alive at all. And the Endless Castle kept drifting... somewhere in space. The blood was weakening and the castle began to wobble and open a window... Apparently they were somewhere in the sky and... wait, it's a monster?

A giant bird or rather a flock of these birds flew past them and right into the sky the castle and began to disintegrate carrying some kind of figures in opposite directions... Part of Tanjiro's room offered a view of the beautiful white marble castle, simultaneously letting in all sorts of creatures, and so his body separated from the castle and drifted lonely in the sky. His only companion was his scarlet-red blade on his belt.

Muzzan, on the other hand, headed for the far north. The cold only emphasized Muzzan's consciousness of his deadness.

Empire: Capital 6:00 a.m., somewhere in the woods.

-What the...? What's that? A certain man in a tuxedo on the balcony was looking at *unknown* in the sky and drew the attention of the others, too...

-I thought I'd seen everything, but it looks like God decided to spice up my eyes...joked a young woman with silver hair and a covered eye.

-Night Raid... available Najenda? -A man in a tuxedo went straight to the point, Turning to this woman.

-Night Raid is never too busy... right Akame? taking out a cigarette, Najenda said in a slightly cheerful tone.

A girl of about 18 with long, straight, black hair and blood-red eyes popped out of the shadows.

The girl walked up to the balcony and seemed to notice a figure...a boy with earrings in his ears was all she could see.

-Purpose. With a single word the girl drew her sword. It seems that something very interesting is about to happen...