Within the Dream (Special Double-Length Chapter) (Continued)

But the Scribe must have his reasons for saying that.

Kyojuro turned his body slightly and gripped the sword at an angle that was invisible to the average person.

After the Scribe finished giving his reminder, his face instantly darkened.

His head drooped down, as if he were asleep.

At this time, the Train Conductor had finished checking all the tickets.

Taking this opportunity, the Scribe got a clear look at the other party.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

His voice was also quite weak, old and hoarse.

"Your ticket has been confirmed to be correct."

As soon as the Train Conductor finished speaking, Kyojuro stood up and shielded him behind him.

"Train Conductor, it's very dangerous here, please step back."

As he spoke, he drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.

"Because of the emergency, please don't worry about why I got on the bus with a knife."

The Nichirin Blade is pointed forward, with the tip pointing in the direction the Train Conductor came from.

Before anyone knew it, a ghost had appeared there.

His tall stature meant he could probably reach the ceiling of the train carriage when he stood up.

Its face was extremely ugly, as if countless eyes had converged together.

Several sharp horns remained on its head, covered with dried blood.

"To be able to conceal such a massive size, one must have used Blood Demon Art."

Flames wreathed the blade, Kyojuro's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"But since you're going to attack innocent people, then feel the power of this crimson Nichirin Blade!"

After saying that, he grabbed the knife with both hands and rushed out.

Flame Breathing * First Form * Unknowing Fire

All I could see was his body flashing through like flames and then appearing behind the demon.

The ghost's head flew off in response, and its body fell to its knees on the ground.

"Amazing!"

Tanjiro exclaimed in surprise when he saw Kyojuro kill the demon with a single strike.

"Brother Purgatory is so amazing, please take me as your adopted son!"

Not only Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke said similar things.

After slaying the demon, Kyojuro saw how excited the four of them were and immediately said something.

"From now on, you'll be under my protection!"

He put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter.

The five people were completely unaware that none of the surrounding passengers cried out in surprise at the sudden appearance of the ghost.

Even after Kyojuro killed him, the passengers' expressions did not change in the slightest.

The scene shifts, and the people who were initially excited are now fast asleep.

Whether ordinary travelers or trained swordsmen, everyone now breathed evenly, like babies.

"How wonderful it is to die in one's sleep."

Outside the train, a figure appeared, her face flushed.

He was none other than the long-lost Enmu.

Beside Enmu stood the Rokuro and the Byakuya.

"I'll do it first, you can go and rest over there."

As if she had received some news, Enmu spoke up.

"Let me grant them the death of their dreams."

Although somewhat unconvinced, Rokuro and Byakuya knew that Enmu was telling the truth.

Why take matters into your own hands when there's an easier way to kill the enemy?

On the other side, the Train Conductor who had been checking tickets was kneeling on the ground.

I've already made them go to sleep as you said!

With tears streaming down his face, the Train Conductor sounded extremely agitated.

"Please let me enter my dream quickly so I can meet my deceased wife and daughter."

After saying that, he touched the ground with his head and muttered only one sentence.

"Please, please."

But Train Conductor was pleading for was not some ghost.

Instead, it was a severed hand.

The hand was severed at the wrist and was covered with pustules.

There's a mouth on the back of its hand, and a constantly moving eye next to it.

On each of the five fingers, there is a strange character for "dream".

"Of course you can, you did a very good job."

He gave a wicked smile, and his wrist emitted a strange cry.

"Let me take you into the beautiful dream of reuniting with your family."

After saying that, the Train Conductor, who had just looked up, rolled his eyes and fainted.

After he collapsed, five more people walked in from the other side of the carriage.

Two men and three women, all of whom looked somewhat pale.

They coughed occasionally, and it was clear that their health wasn't very good.

"Wait a little while, until they are in a deeper sleep before making any moves."

Demon Slayer with keen intuition can sense the murderous aura or the presence of a demon approaching him.

For this reason, the wristband indicated that extra care should be taken when the four people are tying the rope up.

"Remember, never touch their bodies."

Just as the wrist finished speaking, a man suddenly spoke up.

"But there are six of them and only five of us, what should we do?"

Six?

He paused for a moment, then turned his wrist and looked to the side.

There, Kyojuro, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke were all fast asleep.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, isn't that five? Where did the six come from?"

His tone was somewhat displeased, and his wrist seemed a little angry.

"But just now it was clearly..."

After counting, the man found that there were indeed only five people.

That's strange. When I first got on the bus, I clearly saw that there were six of them.

Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

A bead of cold sweat appeared on the man's forehead. He was somewhat flustered.

It's a small matter if I misremembered; it would be a real loss if I angered the authorities because of it.

He destroyed his own dream; it would be better to kill him.

But the wrist didn't care about this matter, and after snorting a few times, it continued to speak.

"I need to go to the front carriage to make some preparations; I'll leave this to you."

After saying that, his wrist turned into a pool of pus, which slowly seeped into the floor.

Before disappearing, he couldn't help but let out a strange laugh.

"You must work hard so that you can enter a wonderful dream world."

"Yes, ma'am."

Nodding, a hint of respect appeared on the faces of the five people.

Under the pitch-black night sky, Enmu sat on the roof of the train, quietly enjoying the night breeze.

He pressed his right hand down, and then a stream of pus flowed into his body.

"No matter how strong a person is, their spirit is incredibly fragile."

Standing up, Enmu raised her hands in a gesture of support, then brought them together in front of her.

He raised his head slightly, appearing very excited.

"Once the Spiritual Core is destroyed, all that is left is a walking corpse."

Turning to look at the carriage behind her, Enmu let out another scream.

"I wonder how your sweet dreams are going."

He closed his eyes and briefly sensed the dreams of several people.

Kyojuro's dream was very simple: a happy scene of living with his parents and younger brother in the Rengoku Family.

Tanjiro's dream was similar; he was with his family before they moved.

Nezuko's dream was her wedding, where many relatives and friends were congratulating her and her husband.

Zenitsu's dream was rather tragic; it was about his training with his grandfather Kuwashima Jigoro, on Momoyama.

As for Inosuke, his dream is a cave adventure.

Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Zenitsu became his underlings.

The most powerful of them all Kyojuro, became a cook.

The Scribe, on the other hand, transformed into a little devil and sat on Inosuke's shoulder.

It's clear that even in his dreams, Inosuke is somewhat afraid of the Scribe.

"Everyone is having beautiful dreams."

With a smile, Enmu then refocused her attention and decided to continue with her own tasks.

He reached around his waist and suddenly realized that his specially made rope was gone.

"It seems like they all went to those guys?"

With a look of confusion on her face, Enmu was also somewhat unsure about her own memories.

Since gaining greater power, Enmu's mind has often been filled with memories that are not her own.

For this reason, Enmu, who was already somewhat insane, is now even more terrifying.

Without giving it much thought, Enmu then vanished from the spot.

After the wrist was removed, each of the five people chose one person and sat down next to them.

They tied a seemingly ordinary rope to each other's wrists, took a few deep breaths, and prepared to enter the dream world.

Just then, a male voice suddenly rang out.

"So that's what it is. Enmu's Blood Demon Art is no Ubume."

Their bodies stiffened, and the five people froze on the spot.

In his excitement, he almost swung the rope at Tanjiro and the others in the face.