Beside them, Kanao Tsuyuri quietly sheathed her blade. Her calm, lightless eyes swept over the rescued passengers, and she sighed inwardly...
At that moment, Kirishima Bupai's mind was racing...
Something's wrong... This wasn't how the original story went. Did killing the original Lower Rank Two right at the start cause this change???
Muttering inwardly, he stood alone atop a twisted piece of train wreckage.
Puzzlement in his eyes, he pondered as he silently looked down over the scene, as though hell had descended upon it.
"Is... is it over?"
Zenitsu's voice trembled with the relief of surviving disaster. His legs gave way, and he nearly fell to the ground, but Inosuke grabbed him.
"Hmph! I knew these guys couldn't take a hit!" Despite Inosuke's tough talk, his heaving chest and damaged boar mask showed that he had taken quite a beating.
"It's all thanks to everyone..."
Tanjiro watched the unconscious passengers being carried out one after another, then looked at his companions and the senior swordsmen who had come to help. His heart filled with gratitude and warmth.
Yet Kirishima Bupai did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he suddenly grew excited.
Where's Akaza? Will Akaza come?
At that thought, his sharp gaze swept over the spot where Crossing Dream had turned to ash.
He carefully examined those enormous, withered train necks, as well as the hole Tanjiro's Nichirin Blade had left in the glass dome of Central Station...
"Hmm..." His low murmur was almost inaudible. Only he could hear it.
In that brief silence, thick with the smell of burning and blood...
An indescribable, bone-chilling pressure of terror crashed down without warning from above the breach in Central Station's shattered dome.
Thud-!
That terrifying pressure, like a towering iceberg crashing down upon them, instantly froze the faint warmth of