"What's this?"
While Haruto busily adjusted the snacks that Amane had prepared for him in his basket, a gun wrapped in velvet cloth slipped out from the bottom, catching Kagaya Ubuyashiki's sharp gaze.
He picked it up and examined it closely. The sleek, streamlined design of the firearm made him pause, lost in thought.
"These bullets are specially designed to be infused with wisteria poison," Haruto explained as he retrieved the Browning, ejecting the magazine to reveal the ...
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Shiver. Shiver.
Forcing a dangerous smile onto his face, Sanemi chose not to dwell on the meaning behind Haruto's expression. He stubbornly raised his head, unwilling to back down.
Masachika's grievous injuries and the bitter smile he wore as he laid down his Nichirin blade were seared into Sanemi's mind.
And yet, here sat this man—calm and composed, seated at the head of the room, his gentle smile making the pain of his subordinates seem utterly insignificant.
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The days grew warmer as the clashes between swordsmen and demons continued.
Haruto removed the pouch hanging from Sora's leg, carefully extracting a securely wrapped vial of medicine. After some thought, he tucked it away in the wall-mounted cabinet. He then retrieved a sleek, ebony Browning pistol from the drawer and used a cloth to wipe the dust from its surface. The modern weapon gleamed ominously, its presence a chilling reminder of its lethality.
(T/N: Sora is a parrot, his "...
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"Sorry, sorry! My bad. I should've asked before jumping in."
Tanjiro dabbed some ointment on the large lump swelling on Genya's forehead, his hands moving with care.
"Watch it! That hurts!" Genya snapped, glaring at him through half-closed eyes.
It was strange. By all logic, the force of a headbutt should affect both sides equally. But here Genya was, dizzy and seated on the ground with a bump the size of a rice ball on his head, while Tanjiro looked as energetic as ever, hi...
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"Sensei?"
Genya, laden with packages, was surprised to find Haruto at the doorway.
Yushiro, holding disinfectant and medical supplies, shot him a venomous glare before stomping into the house without so much as a greeting.
Haruto chuckled at the sight of Yushiro's small, retreating figure before turning to Genya.
"What did you buy?"
"I passed by a bakery and got some fresh pepper meat buns straight out of the oven," Genya said, fishing out a warm oil-paper packag...
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Becoming part of an anime wasn't something that left a lasting impression on the younger Haruto.
But as the canvas of his memories unfurled once more, he found himself unable to snap back to reality.
They—those characters he once thought were just illustrations in a black-and-white manga—weren't confined to panels. They were alive, vibrant, and entirely real, each the protagonist of their own story.
Haruto lifted his head, meeting Genya's worried gaze. He forced a tired ...
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[Heh heh heh, who's Upper Rank Three being targeted now? Not telling.]
[Heh heh heh, who hasn't been targeted among the Upper Ranks? Not saying either.]
[When everyone's being targeted, shouldn't the one who isn't take a moment to reflect?]
[Douma: Hey, just because you're not saying anything, why do you keep looking at me~?]
[OMG, miracle medicine! Tamayo! You ar...
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The Butterfly Mansion was in utter chaos these days.
Just as they managed to stabilize one critical patient, another arrived at their doorstep.
Masachika had survived, but his internal injuries were severe. Preserving the functionality of his organs was a stroke of luck in itself. As for whether he could ever return to his former combat prowess—that was left to the whims of fate.
Sanemi paid no attention to the cawing crow that had been circling outside for what felt like ...
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Outside the village, in an abandoned house, Sanemi held the faintly breathing Masachika Kumeno in his trembling arms, silence stretching between them.
Tears welled in his eyes—a sensation he hadn't felt since the day his mother passed. No matter how deep his wounds or how severe his pain, Sanemi had always bitten back the tears, refusing to show even a hint of weakness.
He took a shaky breath, his arms around Masachika quivering.
"San… emi…" Masachika's broken voice cr...
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"Mr. Tomioka went out demon hunting."
Shinobu placed a cup of hot tea in front of Haruto, her brow furrowing slightly. "He said it's a waste for someone in perfect health to just sit around here. Might as well spend the time slaying a few more demons."
The Butterfly Mansion was bustling with slayers-in-training—some had passed the final selection, others hadn't. Upon hearing Shinobu's remark, their faces turned sour.
"Ah…" Haruto paused mid-sip, the teacup hovering in hi...
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While Haruto was lost in thought, the Kamado siblings noticed the unexpected visitor standing at their door.
"Who are you?" asked a boy with a small tear-shaped mole under his eye. He straightened up, his expression wary.
"Takeo!" called the girl in the pink kimono, waving him over. At her gesture, the boy hesitated but quickly retreated behind her.
"I'm sorry," Tanjiro said, stepping forward to shield his younger siblings. "The Kamado family isn't selling charcoal right now...
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Standing at the entrance of the Butterfly Mansion, Giyu Tomioka let the night wind tug at his black hair. It felt as though every ounce of vitality had been drained from his body, leaving behind an empty shell.
When he had helped the Kakushi carry Sabito into the Butterfly Mansion, all attention had naturally gravitated toward the injured boy.
Now, Giyu stood alone outside, listening to the faint groans of pain through the closed doors.
He backed away into the night, the col...
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Kanae smiled as she carefully picked up a haori, heading off to find her sewing kit for repairs. Shinobu sheathed her blade with a soft click and sat down on the veranda, gazing at the flowerbeds. She sighed softly.
"Haruto..."
She hesitated, her young face clouded with worry.
"Using poison... does it make me seem... underhanded?"
"That's what's bothering you?" Haruto raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Underhanded? Against demons? Why would you care about that?...
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After Lunch
The butterfly estate disciples, including Kanao, stared blankly at the mountain of dishes piled high on the table after lunch.
Kanae patted their small heads with a warm smile. "Go play now. We'll take care of the cleanup."
Genya shoveled the last bite of rice into his mouth, stacked his bowl onto the growing tower, and puffed his cheeks as he carried them over to the washbasin.
"I should help..."
Kanao's eyes, always distant, looked ...
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"Brother... Brother?"
The door to the treatment room at the Butterfly Mansion cracked open just slightly. A boy with short black hair and two deep scars under his eyes locked gazes with Genya, who stood at the entrance.
"Is that Gen—ah, ow!" The boy was suddenly interrupted, seemingly kicked hard from inside. Quickly recovering, he curved his lips into a playful smile. "Hey, kiddo. Who are you looking for?"
Genya's large eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unchanging. "...
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Shortly after New Year's Day in 1910, Kagaya Ubuyashiki summoned the Hashira-ranked swordsmen to Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters for the biannual Hashira Meeting.
When Haruto arrived, three swordsmen were already gathered in the courtyard.
Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima stood with his hands pressed together in prayer. Next to him was Kanae Kocho, poised to officially receive her Hashira title, and Tengen, whom Haruto had recommended to Kagaya two years prior. Tengen had since compl...
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Haruto quietly studied the young man before him, who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen.
He was unusually tall—second only to Himejima among all the people Haruto had ever met. His white hair flowed loosely around him, and his entire presence exuded opulence. Every piece of jewelry he wore was encrusted with colorful gemstones, glittering like tiny stars.
But Haruto's attention was drawn to the man's golden earrings. Unlike the other dazzling adornments, they were subtl...
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Something beneath the ground roared.
In a single breath, a colossal flower, formed by countless leaves, erupted from the earth.
The massive bloom spun at a dizzying speed, its movements controlled by Lower Rank Four's hand gestures. Leaves scattered in all directions, attacking everything within range!
Blood Demon Art: Demon Sprout!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The razor-sharp leaves slashed through trees, shattered houses, and reduced the surrou...
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Since Sanemi's visit to Sagiri Mountain—deliberately leaked to Genya by Haruto—the boy's demeanor had brightened noticeably. Gone was the constant scowl of bitterness and resentment, replaced occasionally by a rare, genuine smile.
Giyu stood silently behind the door, watching Genya wash dishes with a faint smile on his face. For the first time, Giyu's expressionless visage seemed to show a hint of emotion.
"So, Genya can smile after all," Giyu muttered.
Haruto, lazily pa...
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Sanemi's eyes widened. "...Huh?"
Oh, wow. This guy's got some nerve.
Especially with those bloodshot eyes, the veins popping along his temple, and those scars crisscrossing his face and body—it's a look that could give even demons a run for their money.
Honestly, who's scarier—him or the demons?
Haruto cleared his throat. "Let me ask you something. Have you ever straight-up asked Genya if he hates you?"
"No."
"When you were spying on him, did he ever sa...
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"Hey!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa felt a firm pat on his shoulder. Startled, he turned his head sharply, then exhaled with annoyance. "It's you again, Kōkin—"
"It's Masachika," the black-haired boy corrected with a grin, sliding onto the seat next to him.
"You could at least get my name right. It's rude not to, you know."
"I don't know what 'rude' even means." Sanemi turned his head away, his gaze falling on his scarred arm, wrapped in the iron chains he'd carried for so lo...
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"Bear my child, only to make me a widow? To raise that child alone, only to lose them when they're my age now?"
Haruto shook his head firmly. "Master, I could never bring myself to do such a thing."
Gotokawa fell silent, unable to argue.
"Haruto, what were you and Master Gotokawa talking about? He looked so upset!"
As they prepared to leave the Swordsmith Village, Shinobu leaned closer, whispering in Haruto's ear.
Haruto glanced at Gotokawa, who stood with a ster...
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By the time they descended the mountain, the sky had already darkened.
Himejima's imposing figure seemed to amplify everything about him—even the volume of his tears. It took quite some effort to calm him down. Meanwhile, the Butterfly sisters finished their conversation with the village chief, reaching a consensus on the sword design. However, they noted that further research was required to refine the wisteria poison.
"Patience," Tecchin Tetsuzuka reassured them. "Innovation i...
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The familiar scent of the Swordsmith Village lingered in the air, like the omnipresent tang of a massive steel forge.
Haruto severed his connection to the stars, shutting down his innate sensing ability. Even though he was now a Hashira, he still preferred not to delve too deeply into the Demon Slayer Corps' secrets.
What if he ever encountered a demon capable of reading memories?
The Gotokawa household was near the village entrance, so Haruto's shock of white hair was immed...
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Not far from Fujikasane Mountain lay a small town where aspiring swordsmen would often stop to celebrate after completing their grueling seven-day exam.
Haruto led the Butterfly sisters into a bustling ramen shop. The air outside was already thick with the enticing aroma of their signature Wild Boar Ramen set.
By dinnertime, the shop was lively, with patrons filling every corner. Among them were several Demon Slayer swordsmen, their blades resting at their sides.
Haruto wipe...
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On the eighth day, they finally descended the mountain.
Kanae squeezed her sister's hand as they exchanged glances, their lips curling into quiet smiles.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind of trials: lurking demons, Shinobu's struggle to decapitate one, and the harrowing memories of the massacre that resurfaced whenever they faced those creatures. Yet, with the dawn breaking over the sea of wisteria, all their exhaustion seemed to melt away.
Hand in hand, they made the...
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At the foot of Sagiri Mountain, Genya stepped out of the house and glanced at the dim sky before heading over to help Makomo prepare dinner.
Living here with a group of Water Breathing swordsmen for nearly two years had softened Genya's once-perpetual scowl. The boy with the spiky rooster hair still flared up occasionally, but those moments were less frequent now—though his signature hairstyle remained stubbornly defiant.
In the yard, only Makomo and Giyu were present. Sabito wa...
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The spiky-haired boy hesitated, trembling as he brought his finger to his mouth, chewing slowly.
Yushiro knelt nearby, leaning in far too close, his intense gaze fixed on the boy.
"Delicious, right? It has to be delicious!"
"If you dare say it's not, I'll rip you to shreds!"
After all, that finger belonged to Lady Tamayo.
Genya was too overwhelmed to respond.
His reaction this time was even stronger than the first. His sclera turned pitch blac...
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"Please, go ahead."
"Well then, I won't hold back."
"Of course, of course."
"Thank you for the hospitality."
If not for the half-filled cup of blood on the table, the two could have been mistaken for old friends enjoying drinks together.
The small wound on Haruto's arm, where the blood was drawn, stopped bleeding almost immediately. He wiped the spot with his thumb, leaving no trace of injury behind.
His mastery of the Breath techniques was flawless, allowi...
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[Lady Tamayo, Can I Be Your Dog?]
Haruto forced himself to tear his gaze away from the bizarre comments floating by in the chat and focused instead on the beautiful woman before him.
Her face showed none of the bulging veins or drooling hunger he associated with demons. Her eyes were not wild or bloodshot with rage.
Black hair, amethyst eyes, a dark kimono adorned with blooming flowers—this Lady Tamayo was unlike any demon Haruto had ever encountered.
<...
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