"Kochou Kanae, notify the others—leave immediately!"
Giyu Tomioka's roar echoed from the dojo entrance as he fled with Sabito.
"Leave? Where do you think you're going, Miss Flower Hashira?"
Doma chuckled, guiding the towering ice Bodhisattva. Its massive palm crashed down toward Kanae without hesitation.
Kanae's eyes were red, but steady.
"Mr. Rengoku, take Senior Kuwajima and retreat. I'll hold Upper Rank Two!"
Shinjuro Rengoku's breathing was chaotic, flames flickering wildly around him—yet his spirit burned bright.
"You go. I'll hold him."
"Senior, the others are in danger. I'm unaffected by the ice poison—I'm the most suitable one to stay!"
Rengoku hesitated only a breath.
"Then fight while retreating. Prioritize your life. After I help them withdraw, I'll return!"
He hooked Jigoro Kuwajima under one arm and charged toward Ryuya's direction, sparks trailing behind his dragging blade.
Doma laughed lightly.
"You've improved so much, Miss Flower Hashira. After becoming a demon, my Blood Demon Art no longer restricts you. Young Master Ryuya truly made an interesting decision."
His smile twisted.
"I do love eating beautiful girls. Especially captivating ones like you. I wonder—has your flavor changed since becoming a demon? I'm so curious."
Kanae suppressed her disgust and continued dodging.
He was playful—but still lethal.
Even if she was struck, her wounds regenerated quickly.
Pain meant nothing.
Death did.
"Blood Demon Art: Waning Snowfall!"
She tore her arm again. Blood droplets transformed into crimson butterflies and exploded against the Bodhisattva's body.
The massive statue trembled from the blasts.
Doma straightened his hat, amused.
"It feels out of place for a Hashira to use Blood Demon Art, don't you think? Why not join us? I like you enough not to eat you. Young Master Ryuya might be pleased."
Ryuya's name made Kanae pause for half a heartbeat.
Then she moved.
"Flower Breathing, Second Form: Honorable Shadow Plum!"
She stepped across the Bodhisattva's icy surface, light and agile despite the slick footing.
The statue was harder than steel—she couldn't cut it.
She had to reach Doma himself.
Doma's eyes lit up.
"Your eyes… they're magnificent. Can they see through my attacks? How delightful!"
His voice turned feverish.
"I want to eat them. I really want to taste them."
Kanae leapt from the Bodhisattva's palm and slashed for his neck.
Doma blocked easily with his fan.
"Flower Breathing, Sixth Form: Whirling Peach!"
Petals scattered as she spun—
—but Doma slammed his fan downward. The Bodhisattva exhaled a torrent of freezing wind.
Kanae grit her teeth and pushed forward through it.
Ice vines erupted around her.
Her sword aura cut many—but one wrapped around her ankle.
"Blood Demon Art: Waning Snowfall!"
Doma suddenly attacked head-on.
His frost-laced fan struck her blade.
Crack.
Her broken Nichirin Blade flew from her hand.
Kanae didn't hesitate.
She tore her arm again, detonating blood butterflies to free herself before dropping from the statue.
Elsewhere—
Tengen Uzui staggered forward, carrying Jigoro and Sanemi while bearing Gyomei on his back.
The rescue had failed.
They had paid dearly.
Kanae saw it instantly.
They were retreating.
Someone had to cover the rear.
"I'll hold him! Go!"
Tengen didn't hesitate.
He carried the lives of three Hashira on his shoulders.
Doma grinned.
"That's more like it. Stay and play."
The ice Bodhisattva's palm smashed into the stone gate, blocking the exit entirely.
Smoke and frost swallowed the courtyard.
"Flame Breathing, Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!"
A streak of blazing fire cut through the night.
Rengoku landed in front of Kanae.
"Mr. Rengoku!"
"You leave. I'll hold him."
He smiled—tired, unshaven, battered.
Yet he shone like the sun.
"If possible… tell my son Kyojuro what I've done today. I'd like to hear him acknowledge his father one more time."
His blade ignited fiercely.
He faced death calmly.
After his wife passed, he had wasted years.
But this—
This was no disgrace to the name of Flame Hashira.
He would remain the father his sons admired.
"I am the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Shinjuro!"
"Flame Breathing, Esoteric Art, Ninth Form: Rengoku!!!"
Like a phoenix reborn in fire, he ignited the last of his life.
Magma surged.
His aura peaked.
He transformed into a blazing dragon and charged the ice Bodhisattva head-on.
"Mr. Rengoku!"
Kanae's vision blurred with tears.
The ice mist swallowed him.
But within that suffocating frost—
The flame still burned.
Unyielding.
Unextinguished.
Fighting for the Demon Slayer Corps until the very end.
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