Inside the Mugen Train, Chinatsu and the others sat quietly in their seats, waiting. There was nothing else they could do. Until the demon made his move, they had no reliable way to pinpoint his location. Even Tanjiro's nose was little help under these circumstances.
Chinatsu propped her head on one hand and turned toward the window beside her, watching the scenery race past. She could not help feeling a little wistful.
"Tanjiro, Nezuko, once all of this is over, let's go on a trip together as a family," Chinatsu said softly, her head resting on her hand as she watched the ever-changing scenery outside.
"Mm! Mm!"
Nezuko happily raised both hands in agreement, but even after waiting a while, Chinatsu heard no response from Tanjiro.
After a moment of confusion, Chinatsu immediately turned her head back. Tanjiro and the others were already leaning against one another, fast asleep.
What was going on?!
In the original story, Lower Rank One, Enmu, had used train tickets stained with his blood as a medium, sending everyone who touched them into a deep sleep.
But the problem was... we never bought tickets. We sneaked aboard in the name of justice and never touched any train tickets, so how did we get caught?
Was the timeline converging? Or did Enmu have another trick up his sleeve?
As Chinatsu considered this, she turned toward Kyojuro on the other side. Fortunately, his eyes were merely narrowed; he had not completely fallen asleep yet.
She sighed in relief, then placed both hands on Kyojuro's shoulders, shaking him as she shouted, "Kyojuro! Kyojuro! Don't fall asleep! This is a demon's Blood Demon Art!"
Kyojuro, who had been on the verge of falling asleep, snapped his eyes open at her words and sprang from his seat.
**"What? What?! A