Nezuko had a long, distant dream. She dreamed that she, her brother, their parents, and their younger siblings had returned to the home where they once lived. There was laughter and joy, a world without demons, without sorrow or worry.
Her father and older brother performed the ritual dance of the Hinokami Kagura around a blazing bonfire. Takeo and Shigeru reenacted duels between ancient samurai with bamboo swords. Delia looked after their youngest brother, Rokuta, while Nezuko devoted herself to learning how to weave clothes from her mother, hoping to make everyone new clothes for the coming year.
On New Year's Eve in her dream, the family visited a bustling town. Hand in hand, they wandered together, soaking in its warm, joyful atmosphere as they celebrated the end of the old year and the beginning of the new.
Everything was so wonderful that Nezuko instinctively shied away from reality, wishing she could stay with her family forever and never be parted from them.
Sadly, this dream, as fragile as a bubble, was bound to burst. As the effects of Kanae Kocho's Spirit-Devouring Butterflies weakened, Nezuko's fingers twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Oh? Awake already?"
An unfamiliar man's voice reached her ears, instantly clearing the haze from Nezuko's mind. Bewildered, she looked around at an unfamiliar, magnificent palace. A man in a white haori sat on a throne, smiling down at her.
Wasn't I fighting?
How did I end up here?!
In these unfamiliar surroundings, with her brother Tanjiro nowhere in sight, Nezuko stared warily at Aizen. Then she abruptly lunged at him, deciding to seize the man before her first and demand an explanation.
Humm-
Nearly tangible spiritual pressure rose behind her, pinning Nezuko's body beneath its mountainlike weight. Her blood slowed, and an invisible hand seemed to