For the fourth time, Haruto collapsed to his knees in front of the wooden hut on Mount Sagiri, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
He clutched his chest in desperation, feeling the muscles knit together as the wounds from his last timeline's end were mended. His face was pale, his body trembling. Death loomed closer with e...
2025-01-05 20:58:41 +0000 UTC View PostIs this… the power of the First Demon?
Haruto could barely comprehend the massive arm swinging toward him. He raised his Nichirin blade just in time to block, but the enormous claw gripped both him and the sword, crushing him at the waist like a twig.
The agony of being bisected was indescribabl...
2025-01-05 20:58:12 +0000 UTC View Post(Relax, the Kamado family isn't dying yet.)
The Demon King.
The progenitor of all demons.
Muzan Kibutsuji.
This man, who has plunged the entirety of Tokyo Prefecture—and indeed, all of Japan—into chaos for over a thousand years... what has he done with his interminable exi...
2025-01-05 20:57:30 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the first snow of winter, Haruto returned to Sagiri Mountain from the Swordsmith Village.
Sakonji Urokodaki was sitting calmly in front of his cabin, greeting him with a steady gaze.
Over the years, Master Urokodaki's children—one by one—grew up and left, each departing to fulfill their duties with the Dem...
2025-01-05 20:57:03 +0000 UTC View PostHaruto paused briefly at the door to the Butterfly Mansion before stepping inside, Genya's puzzled gaze trailing him as he entered.
The room was lively, with people bustling around. Standing off to one side was Murata, his hair neatly parted down the middle. He seemed to be chatting animatedly with one of the mansion's ...
2025-01-05 20:56:31 +0000 UTC View Post"Who is this?"
"He's using the Breath of the Stars, isn't he?"
Murata leaned on his knees, gasping for breath as he tried to recover his strength.
"Haruto has another apprentice besides Genya? Why have I never heard of this?"
Of course, it might have been because, despite passing the selection at the s...
2025-01-05 20:56:06 +0000 UTC View PostIt wasn't until Haruto and Genya disappeared at the end of the mountain path that Tanjiro finally lowered his hand, which had been waving goodbye.
"Brother." Nezuko's soft voice carried a note of concern as she looked at him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Nezuko." Tanjiro reached out to gently touch her braided hair,...
2025-01-05 20:55:27 +0000 UTC View Post"The speed of the burst... it's insane."
"Add the swift, seamless slashes, like streaks of light…"
"The damage it deals is several times that of the First Light… But the strain on your ankles is immense. Are you even listening, or are you just nodding your head? Do you get it?"
Tanjiro blinked his round eyes, ...
2025-01-05 20:54:44 +0000 UTC View PostGyomei Himejima.
Himejima.
Master Himejima.
Kaigaku thought he had buried that name deep in his memories, along with his filthy past—a past he believed would fade with time, sinking to the bottom of everyone's recollections.
No one would remember.
No one would recall that years ago, a child made a deal ...
Haruto descended from the mountain, casually draping his haori over his shoulders. As he passed the area where the younger swordsmen were training, he was about to call out to Genya when he heard voices coming from the peach grove.
Peeking through the gaps in the trees, he saw three young swordsmen, including Genya, wal...
2025-01-05 20:53:42 +0000 UTC View PostHaruto could have never imagined that his first day on Mt. Momoyama would unfold like this.
He had helped Kuwajima Jigorō carry the round-browed boy down to the medical clinic at the base of the mountain. To Haruto's astonishment, the boy struck by lightning was miraculously unharmed!
It wasn't long before the bo...
2025-01-05 20:53:15 +0000 UTC View PostWith the significant reduction in Hashira-level missions, Haruto found himself with little to do aside from patrolling. As a result, he began making more frequent trips between the Swordsmith Village and Sagiri Mountain.
Hotaru Haganezuka, however, didn't seem thrilled to see Haruto loitering around the village.
"...
2025-01-05 20:52:45 +0000 UTC View PostAfter leaving headquarters, Haruto had expected the postponed mid-year meeting to happen soon. However, it wasn't until three months later, in autumn, that he saw Kagaya Ubuyashiki again.
"Ubuyashiki-sama."
The Hashira knelt on one knee in unison, each one eager to be the first to greet their leader.
Sanemi,...
2025-01-05 20:52:11 +0000 UTC View Post—Time accelerates, pushing the plot forward—
"It's been ages since we've heard about a new Twelve Kizuki appearing."
Another sweltering summer had arrived. The children of Sagiri Mountain were back at the mountain retreat, sitting around a bonfire and sharing a hotpot meal.
With their stomachs f...
2025-01-05 20:51:37 +0000 UTC View PostShinobu Kocho wearily shrugged off her white coat, standing under the lamp as she rubbed her tired, aching eyes.
She had been tending to the patients brought back from Suzuka for three whole days. Finally, their vitals had stabilized, lifting a heavy burden off her shoulders.
What now?
She wandered over to t...
2025-01-05 20:50:59 +0000 UTC View PostYushiro sat in front of Haruto, his brow furrowed as he watched the silver-haired swordsman drift into an inexplicable slumber and then jolt awake.
Haruto opened his palm, revealing a butterfly-shaped pin resting there.
The cold pin left a fiery red burn in his hand. Tamayo held an unused syringe in her hand, as t...
2025-01-05 20:50:28 +0000 UTC View PostAfter spending so much time around Haruto, Genya had become intimately familiar with every stance and movement of the Breath of Stars techniques.
The moment Tanjiro raised his hand, Genya could already predict his next move.
Planting a hand firmly on the ground, Genya flipped backward with effortless agility, narr...
2025-01-05 20:49:52 +0000 UTC View PostNo good—his words seemed to make her even angrier.
A glimmer of a tear shimmered in her beautiful violet eyes before falling onto the pristine white fabric of her robe. Yet, Shinobu Kocho didn't appear to cry. Instead, she raised her eyebrows, her signature stubbornness gleaming in her gaze.
"If sacrifices must ...
2025-01-05 20:49:21 +0000 UTC View PostHow should he face Shinobu's feelings? This question had been on Haruto's mind for a long time.
A girl's sincerity is the hardest to ignore—especially when it's someone he had watched grow up.
There were moments when Haruto had caught himself reflecting on Shinobu while she practiced her sword techniques in the ...
2025-01-05 20:48:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe blade pierced through flesh, the resistance of the neck bone briefly slowing her down before she managed to sever it cleanly.
Shinobu straightened, the fire of her anger extinguished, and glanced awkwardly at the others around her.
The demon's remains began to burn, and its expression returned to one of eerie ...
2025-01-05 20:48:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe blade failed to sever the thick neck bone, but with a deft flick of her fingers, Shinobu injected a massive dose of poison into Kyouka's body.
"Hgh…"
Kyouka's graceful composure crumbled as the poison rapidly spread from the wound on her neck, leaving dark streaks across her pale skin. Veins bulged on her fa...
2025-01-05 20:47:50 +0000 UTC View PostBang!
With a deafening gunshot from Genya, Shinobu Kocho darted forward, unsheathing her blade to divert the demon's attention away from him.
Insect Breathing, Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter!
Her Nichirin blade, as sharp and precise as a stinger, lunged forward with unwavering...
2025-01-05 20:47:19 +0000 UTC View PostAfter spending a good half-month in the Swordsmith Village, Haganezuka Hotaru finally came down from the mountain, carrying Haruto's new sword.
The burly swordsmith looked as intimidating as ever—one hand gripping a freshly forged Nichirin blade, the other clutching his personal kitchen knife, which he wielded like a ...
2025-01-05 20:46:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe name "Yoriichi Type Zero" sparked a memory in Haruto's mind. It reminded him of a name he'd seen floating across the barrage of comments before.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
"Was he from the Sengoku era?" Haruto's gaze locked onto the paper flower earrings adorning the mechanical doll's ears. A flash of realization str...
2025-01-05 20:46:15 +0000 UTC View Post"Haah!"
The wooden sword struck the training post with a resounding thud. Shirtless, Haruto's movements were unpredictable, weaving around the post with an almost eerie grace.
Elbows, knees, fists…
His attacks weren't limited to the wooden sword. Every part of his body capable of inflicting damage was util...
2025-01-05 20:45:48 +0000 UTC View PostCool fingertips pressed against his face, pulling down Haruto's eyelids for inspection.
His lips were tugged downward, exposing his neatly aligned teeth.
Next came his ears, his hairline, and even his fingernails.
In Tamayo's hands, Haruto felt less like a human being and more like a dog being evaluated for ...
2025-01-05 20:45:20 +0000 UTC View PostDōma's expression froze.
His gaze swept across Haruto, whose torn flesh was rapidly healing, then shifted to his face.
"No scent of a demon, yet your regenerative ability rivals that of a Lower Moon..."
It was an instinctive reaction, like how humans feel unease when facing another apex predator. Though Dō...
2025-01-05 20:44:50 +0000 UTC View PostIt was so dark.
Haruto's consciousness drifted in and out, his ears faintly catching the hurried shuffle of footsteps.
Am I… not dead?
No, that can't be right. Lying there, on the floor, was unmistakably his body—lifeless for some time now. The blood that had poured from his chest had already congealed.<...
2025-01-05 20:44:21 +0000 UTC View PostCough, cough, cough…
Haruto pounded his chest forcefully, expelling the icy powder from his lungs before it could cause further damage.
This demon's Blood Demon Art... it completely countered the Breathing Techniques of Demon Slayers!
"How fascinating~" Doma leaned in close, his face hovering mere...
2025-01-05 20:43:56 +0000 UTC View PostDoma's face held its usual flawless smile, but in the wake of having devoured the elder sister of the girl before him, that smile exuded a chilling malevolence. He walked toward the terrified girl with an elegance that resembled dancing atop a pool of blood.
"Oh?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly as though sensing...
2025-01-05 20:43:28 +0000 UTC View Post
