The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, stood with his arms folded, irritably grinding a pebble under his toe. His haori snapped in the night wind, and his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the veranda.
"Hey, listen." Sanemi finally lost patience and broke the silence in a low voice. "What secrets are the Master and that bastard Takanashi discussing in there? We've been standing out here in the cold wind for half an hour."
The Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro, sat cross-legged on a branch, the white snake around his neck flicking its tongue. He snorted, a cold gleam flashing in his mismatched eyes. "Sanemi, be quiet. If the Master arranged this, there must be an extremely important reason. Besides, what happened tonight has already gone far beyond our understanding."
The Water Hashira, Giyu Tomioka, wore his usual expressionless, still-water look. He stood quietly in a corner, his right hand unconsciously stroking his sword hilt.
Meanwhile, the Water Hashira, Sabito, still looked full of admiration. He had known his senior fellow disciple Rokuya could work miracles.
"That demon named Nezuko can actually survive in sunlight." The Stone Hashira, Gyomei Himejima, pressed his palms together, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Namu Amida Butsu... is this a blessing from the gods, or the beginning of an even more terrible disaster?"
"A disaster, without question." The Sound Hashira, Tengen Uzui, flamboyantly twirled the Nichirin Blade in his hand, its edge reflecting a dazzling gleam in the moonlight. "Muzan will absolutely mobilize every last one of his forces for that little girl. I'd wager the final battle is right before us. Everyone, get ready for a flamboyant fight to the death."
Kyojuro Rengoku planted both hands on his hips, his flame-like eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. "Whatever enemies we face, if they dare set one foot