Appearing outside the Wooden Cabin on Mount Sagiri for the fourth time, Haruto fell to his knees and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
He hurriedly felt his chest. The muscles there were writhing, repairing the injury he had suffered at the end of the previous timeline.
Haruto's face was deathly pale. With death drawing ever closer, he was truly beginning to feel afraid. Would there be a next time?
What would happen if Muzan killed me again?
Would my soul be trapped in an eternally sunless crack in time, or would I simply die?
This could hardly be called a battle. It was one-sided torture. Even with Giyu helping him, they had failed to leave so much as a single wound on Muzan Kibutsuji.
"Since you didn't make it in time, why not just pretend you don't know?"
But how could he pretend not to know?
If Haruto hadn't known any of the people who died, he could have stooped low enough to treat it all as a trial for the protagonist, then devote himself even more fiercely to killing demons afterward to wash away his sins.
But the Kamado Household... he knew every one of those children so well!
Nezuko, who loved Konpeito and was good at everything she did; Takeo, who wanted to help his older brother, all sharp words and a soft heart; Delia, who clung to her older brother; round-headed Shigeru; and Rokuta, who always hid behind Nezuko to sneak looks at Haruto... every one of them was so vivid in his mind. They weren't cold, lifeless characters in an anime. They were people in this world... people who, until now, had been alive and well!
Before his third death, he had looked around inside the house. Apart from Kie, Nezuko, Takeo... all five children