Nezuko, wait for me! Your big brother is coming to save you!
Among the hundreds of senior Demon Slayer Corps officers gathered there, every one of whom had achieved their Zanpakutō's Shikai, Tanjiro Kamado clenched his teeth and thought silently as they advanced toward Las Noches under the leadership of the strongest Hashira.
Zenitsu Agatsuma rubbed his hair furiously, swinging between anxiety and excitement. He muttered as though he had a split personality, "Aaaah, we're actually going to war with Las Noches! Everyone's gone completely insane! I want to run away! But for my darling Nezuko..."
With his muscular upper body bare and a boar mask over his head, Inosuke Hashibira puffed hot air through the mask's large snout. His blood boiled, and he could hardly wait to charge into Las Noches and slaughter his way through it, fighting powerful enemies to the death.
Looking at the ten or twenty Heavenly Path Palace members keeping their distance from the Demon Slayer Corps, including its two kings, Muzan Kibutsuji and Kaneda Yūichirō, Zenitsu Agatsuma muttered, "Come to think of it, I never imagined the Demon Slayer Corps would get a chance to work with the Heavenly Path Palace. This is unbelievable!"
On one side stood Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons and the Demon Slayer Corps' sworn enemy for a thousand years. On the other stood the Demon Slayer Corps, which took slaying demons as its duty and quietly protected society's stability. Yet now the two had made peace. It was a farce.
The Demon Slayer Corps had received word immediately after Las Noches wiped out the Heavenly Path Palace. Remembering the photographs taken at the site, Zenitsu Agatsuma shuddered. That catastrophic scene, like a meteor crater without a single sign of life, was almost impossible to imagine.
Looking toward Muzan