Night completely enveloped Mount Sagiri.
The mountain wind howled, rustling the pine trees!
On the eaves of the wooden house, Giyu Tomioka sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his unusually colored haori rustling in the night wind.
Transparent World, open.
The entire terrain of Mount Sagiri, the movement of the wind, the swaying of the vegetation... all formed a clear 3D real-time map in his mind, without any blind spots.
His task was not to kill the enemy, but to defend the city.
The key figure in the house, the one who could determine the course of the entire battle, was the Yaoshi.
Only he could use his absolute strength to subdue the Yaoshi when he went mad.
Only he is qualified to be here, waiting for the final boss who has been hiding in the shadows for a thousand years.
The wooden house was brightly lit.
The atmosphere was even more tense than outside.
Kanae Kocho, Shinobu Kocho, Tamayo, three top pharmaceutical experts, are sitting around a large wooden table.
The table was covered with various bottles and jars, as well as plant samples that emitted a strange smell.
"I'm telling you, you're wasting your time!"
As the Yaoshi watched the group of women bustling about, he began his stand-up comedy routine once again.
"My perfect cellular structure is art! It's a miracle! The wisdom of you mortals can't even comprehend a single membrane in my cell wall!"
"Give up! When Lord Muzan arrives, and you Muzan surrender obediently, I might consider turning you into the first batch of maids for my divine kingdom!"
Without looking up, Shinobu Kocho carefully sucked up a drop of purple liquid with a dropper, and said with a smile.
"Mr. Yushiro, please gag him. His saliva might contaminate our precious experimental samples."
"Yes, Miss Butterfly!"
Yushiro had been waiting for these words. Without saying a word, he grabbed a rag from the side and shoved it into the Yaoshi's incessantly babbling mouth.
"Ugh! Ugh~!"
The world is finally peaceful again.
Just then, Giyu Tomioka, who was on the roof, opened his eyes.
"They've arrived."
In the Transparent World, the foul aura of "ghosts" is surging madly towards the summit of Mount Sagiri from all directions.
There were dozens of them.
However,
A bunch of low-class fry, not even worthy of being appetizers.
Giyu was too lazy to even stand up.
He simply turned his head and glanced into the courtyard.
"Mr. Urokodaki, Sabito."
"It's up to you now."
"Tch, I couldn't wait any longer!"
With an excited chuckle, the Sabito lightly touched the ground with its toes and shot into the dark forest like a blue cannonball!
That silhouette carried a sense of elation, like Japanese soldiers entering a village.
Sakonji Urokodaki sighed and shook his head. Beneath that Tengu Mask lay the helplessness of someone with a "bratty kid at home."
He gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly and followed at a leisurely pace.
In the mountains and forests, a killing party begins now.
"Heh heh heh! You little minions! I've come to favor you!"
The Sabito darted through the forest like a madman, leaving only streaks of blue afterimages.
The Nichirin Blade in his hand stirred up towering waves; each swing was both magnificent and deadly.
"Water Breathing - Sixth Form: Twisting Whirlpool!"
Her small body twisted into an incredible angle in mid-air, and the blade light transformed into a deadly tornado, instantly engulfing the three evil spirits that were rushing in from different directions!
With a piercing sound of flesh being torn apart, the three ghosts didn't even have time to scream before they were shredded into pieces that flew everywhere!
Blood stained her haori, making her sickly smile look even more bewitching.
"Too weak! Too weak! You bunch of guys aren't even worthy of warming me up!"
She kicked a ghost's head off, her face full of dissatisfaction.
In stark contrast to her stormy and relentless fighting style, Sakonji Urokodaki's battles are a silent yet highly efficient art of slaughter.
He was like a grim reaper walking in the shadows; every strike of his blade was precise, deadly, and swift.
A hideous demon silently swooped down from the treetop, its claws aimed straight for Sakonji Urokodaki's skull.
Without turning his head, Sakonji Urokodaki thrust his sword upwards with a backhand motion.
"Water Breathing - Seventh Form - Drop Ripple Thrust!"
The blade tip rippled through the water, piercing the demon's head with unparalleled precision!
The ghost's body froze in mid-air, then collapsed limply to the ground, turning into ashes.
From beginning to end, Sakonji Urokodaki's steps never stopped.
The master and apprentice were like opposing forces: one like a raging torrent, the other like a calm, deep sea!
The sword light of the Water Breathing technique crisscrossed the mountains and forests, forming a net that swallowed up all the enemies that came.
The glint of the sword illuminated the mountains and forests.
On the mountain path in the distance, three figures were rushing toward the summit at inhuman speed.
Leading the group was a bold and unrestrained man. His dazzling long, golden-red hair danced wildly in the night wind, like a burning fire.
It is none other than the [Flame Hashira] —Shinjuro Rengoku!
He looked at the blue light of the blade shooting into the sky in the distance and burst into laughter.
"Haha! Looks like we rushed all day, but we still missed the appetizer!"
Following him was a giant over two meters tall, carrying enormous prayer beads and wearing a monk's robe.
[Stone Hashira] -- The Gyomei Himejima!
He clasped his hands together, two lines of clear tears streaming down his face, his voice as deep as a mountain.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha... This place is filled with resentment; those pitiful evil spirits have committed boundless acts of slaughter once again."
The last one was the most glamorous.
He was muscular, with long, flowing silver hair, flamboyant red patterns painted on his face, a diamond-encrusted headband, and even the two Nichirin Blades on his back were connected by gold chains.
[Sound Hashira] -- Tengen Uzui!
"Hey! This isn't glamorous at all! They cleared out all the small fry before we even arrived!"
With a flash, Tengen Uzui landed on the open ground at the mountaintop, looked at the remains of the demons scattered all over the ground, and pouted in dissatisfaction.
The sky was turning white.
Dawn is approaching.
As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the last ghost in the forest, with its unwilling roar, turned to ashes.
Sabito emerged from the forest, carrying a blood-stained knife, his face showing an expression that said he hadn't had enough of the fight.
Sakonji Urokodaki followed behind, his breathing perfectly even.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of Demon Slayer Corps members arrived from various mountain paths, completely surrounding the mountaintop.
The arrival of the three pillar-level powerhouses immediately calmed the tense atmosphere.
Giyu Tomioka leaped down from the roof and walked in front of everyone with a blank expression.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
Shinjuro Rengoku stepped forward, patted Giyu heavily on the shoulder, and grinned.
"What nonsense are you talking about! We're the Demon Slayer Corps!"
Tengen Uzui, looking quite smug, leaned in and hooked his arm around Giyu's neck.
"I have to say, Tomioka, you're something else! You pulled off such a grand spectacle without making a sound, it's absolutely magnificent!"
Giyu broke free from his arm and moved half a step to the side.
The Kocho Sisters also came out of the house, and seeing the gathering of so many great figures, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ara ara~ Everyone's here!"
Shinobu Kocho greeted everyone with a smile, but her eyes subtly swept back and forth between Giyu and Kanae. The curve of her lips clearly indicated that she was watching a good show.
"It seems that all the members for the final battle have arrived."
Gyomei Himejima beads in his hand and said in a deep voice, drawing everyone's attention back to him.
"Now is not the time for idle chatter."
"Our Oyakata-sama's orders are for us to stand here and confront Muzan Kibutsuji, along with all his Upper Rank subordinates."
"This might be our only chance."
"We need a well-thought-out plan."
The moment those words were spoken, the ease on everyone's faces vanished instantly!
They knew very well that they were about to face the most terrifying and powerful enemy in the hundreds of years since the Demon Slayer Corps was founded.
This is a... high-stakes gamble.
Giyu glanced at his companions.
The strongest Stone Hashira, the most unrestrained Flame Hashira, the most magnificent Sound Hashira, the most skilled ninja in using poison, the gentlest Kanae, and... Sabito, who always charges ahead, shining like the sun.
The Demon Slayer Corps' elite forces have gathered at Mount Sagiri!!
The morning sun shone on everyone's faces, casting their shadows long, long...