Seeing the Puppet's heavy fist about to smash down on Tanjiro's head, Kyojuro Rengoku struggled to rise, coughing blood as he tried to save the young swordsman.
Whoosh-!
"Tanjiro! Grab on to me!!!"
Mitsuri Kanroji arrived, her flexible blade instantly winding around Tanjiro's waist. His body suddenly felt weightless as he was yanked backward, narrowly skimming past the edge of the plunging giant fist.
BOOM-!!!
"Cough, cough..." Pulled to safety by Mitsuri, Tanjiro gasped for breath, still shaken by his brush with death.
After setting Tanjiro down, Mitsuri immediately whipped her blade around Akaza's corpse's ankle and sliced. The corpse dropped to its knees with a thud, briefly losing its ability to move.
"Are you all right, Tanjiro?" Mitsuri loosened her Nichirin Blade and immediately crouched down, concern filling her pink-and-green eyes as she quickly checked his injuries.
"I... I'm all right... Thank you, Miss Kanroji!" Tanjiro said gratefully, then pointed anxiously toward the battlefield.
"Mr. Rengoku! And Zenitsu and Inosuke..."
"Don't worry! Leave it to me!" With a determined look, Mitsuri immediately took two bottles of Potion from her waist, gave Tanjiro a mouthful, then rushed to Kyojuro Rengoku, who was struggling to stand.
"Mr. Rengoku! Hang on! Drink this!" Without waiting for an answer, Mitsuri poured the Potion into Rengoku's mouth. A trace of color returned to his pale face, and the bleeding from his chest wound slowed considerably.
"Mm! Thank you, Kanroji. Hurry and help the boys!" Kyojuro Rengoku perked up and nodded gratefully.
Mitsuri rushed over to the gravely wounded Zenitsu and the struggling Inosuke, feeding them Potion as well. A little color returned to Zenitsu's pale face, while Inosuke felt the turmoil inside his body settle considerably and struggled into a sitting position.
"Cough, cough... Boss lady..." Inosuke shook his dizzy head. "That... that big