"Blood Demon Art: Thread Prison"
As Rui clenched his fist, the red spider threads surrounding Tanjiro suddenly seemed to answer some mysterious summons, locking him firmly in the center of the clearing.
In the blink of an eye, the threads wove themselves into a blood-colored, funnel-shaped cage that began tightening inward from above and below, crushing everything toward the center.
Tanjiro stared in terror at the intertwined threads around him. They scraped against one another, producing a sound like metal grinding.
What do I do? What the hell do I do?
Even the strongest style of Water Breathing could not cut through these red threads. Was there truly no way out?
Remembering that his sister Nezuko was still waiting for him to save her, Tanjiro had never hated his own helplessness as much as he did today. Tears spilled from his eyes as he clenched his fists and pounded the ground.
"Tanjiro, don't give up."
Just as Tanjiro was drowning in despair, his father's gentle voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. A string of clear bell chimes rang out, seeming to echo across the void. He remembered that familiar sound.
It was his father's voice.
It was the sound of the Dance of the Fire God.
Whenever his father performed the Dance of the Fire God when he was little, the bells hanging from his body would make that very sound.
The Dance of the Fire God?!
It was as though Tanjiro had found a sliver of light in the darkness. He was certain that his father had sent him this guidance across time.
Tanjiro picked up his Nichirin Blade and climbed to his feet. His gaze became incomparably resolute as he changed his breathing method, drew in a deep breath, and gripped the hilt tightly.
"**Sun Breathing: Sixth Form: