The night over the Swordsmith Village felt as though it had been torn apart.
The once pitch-black sky was forcibly claimed by two utterly opposing colors—
icy blue on the left, blazing crimson on the right.
[System Notification: Eclipse Oni Transformation Activated]
[Countdown: 01:59]
Amid the billowing steam, Inosuke's form underwent a drastic change.
His hair rapidly lost its color, turning silver-white like moonlight itself—
yet at the tips, a faint crimson glow burned like dying embers.
At this moment, he was beautiful to the point of monstrosity,
like a blazing sun sealed in ice.
His seven-colored, glass-like eyes now held, deep within their pupils,
a crimson solar ring burning slowly.
"Sasaki."
Inosuke's voice had changed.
It was ethereal, calm—
yet carried an absolute sense of condescension, as though spoken from far above.
He gently opened the folding fan in his hand.
"You said… I ruined your life?"
Inosuke coldly regarded Sasaki, who was beginning to tremble in fear.
"You said you devoured three villages… because I broke your sword?"
"You said all of this… is because of me?"
Faced with the drastically transformed youth, instinctive terror made Sasaki want to retreat.
Yet the bone blade in his hand trembled violently, almost screaming.
Why?!
Why can he become a demon too?!
"Yes! It was you! You—this high-and-mighty divine child!!"
"If you hadn't humiliated me!
If you hadn't destroyed my life!
I would never have become a demon!!"
"All those lives—every single one—are on your head!!"
"Absurd sophistry."
A cold smile tugged at Inosuke's lips.
[Countdown: 01:30]
Flash!
Inosuke vanished.
In the next instant, he appeared directly before Sasaki—
less than an inch from his face.
He raised his hand. The fan flicked gently.
Blood Demon Art · Eclipse · Frost Lotus, Crimson Lotus!
Pshhk! Pshhk! Pshhk!
Countless massive, translucent ice lotuses erupted without warning from inside Sasaki's body.
The terrifying part—
They weren't white.
At their cores burned deep crimson flames.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Sasaki screamed in agony.
The moment those ice lotuses pierced his body, they brought not only absolute freezing cold—
locking down regeneration—
but also searing heat, like the sun itself.
"If part of why you became this monster…
is because of me…"
"And you broke my twin blades as well…"
Inosuke stomped down hard on the grotesque, tumor-swollen neck,
driving Sasaki's enormous body deep into the earth.
"Then today—let's end this completely!"
Despair consumed Sasaki.
His body was collapsing—
ice encasing ash, disintegrating layer by layer.
The Blood Demon Art he took such pride in
couldn't even activate before overwhelming power.
He raised his right arm—the massive bone blade—his final hope.
"No… my luck…
I have great fortune…
I shouldn't die here…"
"Your luck ends here."
[Countdown: 01:20]
Inosuke slowly raised the fan.
His left hand radiated bone-chilling cold.
His right hand ignited with the blazing scarlet of Sun Breathing.
Rin-Yang · Blood Demon Art Fusion · Eclipse · Absolute Freeze!
The fan gently tapped the bone blade.
Crack.
Crack…
In that instant, gray-white frost spread across the blade.
It turned into a fragile ice sculpture.
"Shatter."
Inosuke's eyes sharpened.
He prepared to snap the fan shut—
to pulverize the frozen bone blade and all of Sasaki's sins along with it.
However—
At that decisive, critical moment—
Just as his fingers were about to exert force—
Zing!!!
A crisp biwa string rang out, exploding inside Inosuke's mind.
His movements froze.
His seven-colored eyes trembled violently as an irresistible pulling force surged up from beneath his feet.
The Muzan blood within him responded—
to its master's absolute summons.
"This presence…
The woman playing the biwa in the Infinity Castle?!
What's happening… my body… won't move?!"
Space beneath his feet shattered.
Countless sliding doors appeared from nowhere.
"Get lost!!"
Inosuke roared, trying to resist the pull.
But this was Kibutsuji Muzan's will—
an absolute command.
Whoosh!
There was no room for resistance.
Inosuke's figure—along with the ice-and-fire steam filling the sky—
was swallowed by the doors in the blink of an eye.
Not even a scrap of fabric remained.
Silence returned to the ruins.
The wind stopped.
The ice melted.
The godlike boy vanished into nothingness.
Only Sasaki remained, alone at the bottom of the crater.
One second.
Two seconds.
"Hah… hah…"
Sasaki trembled as he lifted his head, staring at the empty sky.
That suffocating aura of death—
was gone.
The frost on the bone blade melted.
Regenerative power flooded back into his body.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Sasaki scrambled to his feet, laughing hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
"I knew it!
I knew it!!"
"My luck is with me! My luck is with me!!"
"What divine child? What genius?!
In the end, he still lost to my fortune!"
"Is he dead?!
Doesn't matter—
I won! I'm the final victor!!"
His laughter echoed through the dead silence above the Swordsmith Village—
shrill and grating.
"Come on! Who's next?!
Who else can kill me?!"
But he failed to notice—
The sky above had changed.
"CAW!! CAW CAW CAW!!!"
At first one cry—then ten, then hundreds.
Countless black wings blotted out the moonlight.
Kasugai crows.
Not one.
Dozens. Hundreds.
As if every crow in the Demon Slayer Corps had been summoned here by fate.
They circled overhead, crying mournfully.
Tears streamed from the corners of their eyes.
They could no longer sense Inosuke.
Not at all.
That flame of life—
had gone out in that instant.
They beat their wings wildly, voices hoarse,
delivering the despairing news to everyone below.
"Dire news! Dire news!!"
"Hashibira Inosuke… presence completely gone! Completely gone!!"
"Cannot sense! No response!!"
"Life and death unknown! Suspected… fallen in battle!! Suspected fallen in battle!!!"
The cries pierced the clouds, the battlefield,
drilling into every heart—
like barbed spikes driven straight into the soul.
Those locked in desperate battle with Hantengu's clones froze simultaneously.
The world seemed to pause.
"Fallen… in battle?"
Kanroji Mitsuri's ribbon-blade slipped from her hand.
Clang.
She stared blankly at the sky as tears poured down her face.
"That's a lie… right… Inosuke…"
"That child… was just there…
That overwhelming presence…"
"How could it vanish… how could he die…?"
Muichiro stopped as well.
He looked up, mint-green eyes reflecting the blackened sky of crows.
In his mind, the image of the boy—
offering him candy with a smug grin,
slapping his hand away from Nezuko's box—
slowly faded.
The warmth he had just rediscovered—
the thing called companionship—
froze solid once more.
"Gone…?"
"Another one… disappearing before my eyes again…?"
Sealed memories surged back like a flood.
"Just like my brother…"
"Without even saying goodbye…?"
"What kind of joke is this—?!!"
A roar shattered the battlefield's stillness.
Tanjiro.
The gentle, steadfast eldest son—
now wept blood from his eyes.
His nose was sharper than anyone's.
He smelled it.
That direction held only the stench of demons—
not the faintest trace of Inosuke.
"We promised… we'd go back together!!"
"We promised… to eat tempura together!!"
"We promised… to be brothers for life!!!"
"Inosuke!!
INOSUKE!!"
"Give Inosuke back to me!!!"
BOOM!
The deep red scar on Tanjiro's forehead exploded outward.
His heartbeat thundered—
transforming into blazing flame patterns.
Mark · Activated!
Hinokami Kagura · Haloed Sun Dragon · Head Dance!!
At that moment, the Nichirin blade outshone the moon.
Tanjiro began to slaughter.
He became a fire dragon, fueled by boundless grief and killing intent,
instantly piercing through Sekido, Karaku, and Urogi!
That was speed beyond all limits.
"ZENITSU!!" Tanjiro roared.
"I KNOW!!!"
Zenitsu kept his head lowered.
His golden bangs hid his expression.
But the hand gripping his sword—
no longer trembled.
In his eyes lay only dead, silent thunder.
"I can't hear it anymore…"
"Big bro's heartbeat…
His breathing…
His voice yelling at me…"
"All gone…"
"That idiot…
did he really leave us behind?"
Zenitsu slowly raised his head.
Tears streamed down his face,
yet his lips twisted into a smile uglier than crying.
"If big bro's gone…"
"Then you trash…"
"can all go keep him company!!!"
ZZZRAAA!!!
A golden lightning mark erupted along Zenitsu's neck, stretching to the corner of his mouth.
Mark · Activated!
Thunder Breathing · Seventh Form · Flaming Thunder God!!
His self-created technique.
His ultimate trump card.
Now unleashed without restraint.
A golden thunder dragon roared forth—
so fast even an Upper Rank clone couldn't react—
obliterating Aizetsu, the one with the strongest defense, into powder!
"Waaah… give him back!
Give that adorable child back to me!!"
Mitsuri sobbed as a clover-shaped mark appeared on her neck.
Mark · Activated!
Love Breathing · Sixth Form · Cat-Footed Love Gale!!
A pink storm expanded tenfold, shredding everything in its path with grief-fueled fury.
Muichiro lowered his head, tears falling soundlessly.
"Unforgivable."
Mist-like patterns bloomed across his cheeks.
Mark · Activated!
"I won't… let anyone steal my memories again."
Mist Breathing · Seventh Form · Obscuring Clouds of Heaven!
Slaughter.
A one-sided massacre soaked in blood and tears.
Across mountains and valleys, demons fell like dry grass before four enraged warriors bearing activated Marks.
Hantengu's four clones were beheaded, shattered, burned to ash!
"Eek! They're insane! They've gone mad!!"
Hiding in the shadows, Hantengu's true body nearly lost its mind, desperately trying to fuse the clones into Zohakuten.
"No… I'll be killed…
Fuse… fuse now!!"
A hundred li away.
"Suspected… fallen in battle?"
Rengoku Kyojuro's sprint halted violently, stone exploding beneath his feet.
He heard the crow's final report.
"Impossible!!"
The Flame Hashira raised his head.
Those ever-bright eyes were filled with overwhelming grief.
"That boy…
That boy with limitless potential…"
"Just… gone?"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Rengoku roared to the heavens—
a cry of losing family.
"Inosuke, my boy!!!"
Hot tears streamed down his face, instantly vaporized by fury.
"Unforgivable… Upper Ranks or Demon King alike…"
"I will make you… pay in blood!!"
BOOM!
Rengoku's speed surged once more.
He burned his own life force, racing toward the place where that boy last existed.
In the treetops—
Iguro Obanai's heterochromatic eyes shattered with reason gone.
"Dead…?"
"That idiot… is dead…?"
"Mitsuri must be crying so hard…"
His voice was cold as hell itself.
"Then let every demon…
be buried with him."
Sasaki was still laughing wildly.
"I won! I won! The divine child is dead!!"
He swung the bone blade, turning to slaughter the defenseless villagers—
Suddenly—
The crows' cries cut off.
The temperature plummeted instantly to absolute zero.
A cold so pure, so lifeless, it erased all warmth.
A gentle voice—
so chilling it froze the marrow—
whispered into Sasaki's ear.
"Who did you just say… was dead?"
Sasaki's smile froze.
He turned his head.
Two figures stood behind him, unknown when they arrived.
On the left—
short pink hair, blue killing intent radiating from his body,
battle aura so strong space itself distorted.
His fists clenched with a grinding crack.
Golden eyes filled with the word slaughter.
Upper Rank Three · Akaza.
On the right—
blond hair, tall hat, a golden folding fan swaying lazily.
He was smiling.
But that smile was more terrifying than any scream.
Those seven-colored, glass-like eyes locked onto Sasaki.
Upper Rank Two · Doma.
"I heard you~"
Doma closed his fan, resting it lightly against his chin.
There was no mirth in his eyes.
"You said… my Inosuke is dead?"
"You said… you won?"
Sasaki trembled violently.
"D-Doma-sama…
Akaza-sama…
I… I did it for Lord Muzan—"
"Shut up."
BOOM!
Akaza appeared instantly, smashing Sasaki's knee to pieces with a single punch.
"You remind me of some very unpleasant memories."
His voice was terrifyingly low.
The memories he had just begun to recover shattered again.
The one he wanted to protect—
vanished before him once more.
"That brat… was annoying."
"But who gave you permission…
to erase him?"
Doma walked forward slowly.
With each step, an ice lotus bloomed beneath his feet.
He reached out and gently stroked the bone blade Sasaki cherished as life itself.
"You said… your luck is on your side?"
Crack.
Doma's fingers tightened slightly.
The freshly regenerated bone blade instantly filled with fractures.
"How unfortunate."
He opened those eyes devoid of all warmth—
revealing the true visage of a demon.
"My child is gone…"
"So right now…"
"I am very, very angry."
Blood Demon Art · Crystalline Divine Child · Myriad Lotuses of Wrath!
Countless miniature ice-Domas appeared from thin air, each striking the same pose.
"Welcome to…"
"Paradise Hell."
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