At the site of the final battle in Okutama Town.
Murata, the Provisional Hashira who had been under the greatest pressure throughout the battle, slumped straight to the ground.
"We finally won..."
It was not just him, the man Xia Xi had placed such high hopes in.
Across the Far East, the Swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps received word from the front lines.
And all voiced similar sentiments.
Some Swordsmen could hardly believe it was real and kept asking their companions to confirm it.
Some of the more sensitive Swordsmen and support personnel.
Even began to shed tears.
Some cried uncontrollably from the sudden release of tension now that all the Demons had finally been slain.
Others wept with joy at having taken their revenge.
Even on the battlefield where the Nine Hashira stood, once the first irrepressible sob rang out.
The other Swordsmen's eyes reddened to varying degrees.
The war against the Demons was over.
As Xia Xi comforted the two girls whose eyes had reddened, he frantically looked to the other members of the Nine Hashira for help.
At that moment.
More Swordsmen began approaching from the distance, coming toward the place where Muzan had met his end.
Besides the Swordsmen he had met in the Northern Borderlands.
There were also quite a few Demon Slayer Corps members from other regions whom Xia Xi had never seen before.
But what concerned Xia Xi more right now was...
"Xia Xi, you did it."
It was Igarashi, carrying a large sniper rifle as he approached with Kazami, Sanemi, and the others.
That gentle man.
Gave Xia Xi, who was surrounded by everyone, a slight nod, his expression full of approval and a look that said, "Just as I expected of you."
"Not only did you avenge your foolish Senior