Starting from a Village Called Konoha

Mitsuri Kanroji lowered her head and looked at the blade stabbing toward her chest.

Maybe it would be better to die like this.

Though she was somewhat unwilling, unable to avenge Feng Ye, she had also failed to protect him. Dying like this and going to accompany Feng Ye might perhaps be a fitting end for her.

But just as that desolate thought flashed through her mind, she gradually realized that something was wrong. The loss and stillness in her eyes slowly turned into a trace of surprise and bewilderment.

The blade was still stabbing toward her.

But for some reason, it had become slow.

The closer it came to her body, the slower it became, gradually approaching complete stillness!

Mitsuri Kanroji moved her gaze somewhat blankly and looked into the distance. She could see the shocked, anxious expressions of the two Demon Slayer Corps members, now frozen on their faces as well. They seemed to be trying to rush over to help, but they too were frozen in place, their movements seemingly slowed down thousands upon thousands of times.

It was not only Byakuya and the two Demon Slayer Corps members.

The entire world, in her eyes, had slowed down—by thousands, by tens of thousands of times!

"This is..."

Mitsuri Kanroji turned her head blankly, then raised her hand. She easily touched the blade Byakuya had thrust toward her, then gave it a slight push, causing it to shift to one side.

Yet even the speed of that shift seemed to have sunk into a swamp, becoming infinitely slow.

And just then.

A flash of astonishment suddenly crossed Mitsuri Kanroji's eyes.

In this world that seemed to have slowed down tens of millions of times, she saw the one thing that had not slowed—the "corpse" of Feng Ye lying