Blood mist exploded once more, turning the battlefield into a chaotic storm of heat and carnage.
Within the crimson haze, Hantengu sensed the blazing flames racing toward her. Gritting her teeth, she severed control of the thorned vines and retreated to avoid being consumed.
Her Blood Demon Art was directly connected to those thorny branches.
"Damn it… drawing blood from that guy isn't easy at all."
She clicked her tongue in frustration.
Below, Lower Rank Three immediately understood her predicament and devised a plan.
"Sister Hantengu, my insects will keep producing blood mist to obstruct him. While he's distracted, go absorb human blood and strengthen your Blood Demon Art!"
"Alright!"
Hantengu didn't hesitate.
Her Blood Demon Art required sustained combat and fresh blood to reach its peak.
The blood thorns could absorb human blood and grow fruits. Once nourished, those fruits—if consumed by her—would temporarily increase her size and strength.
Just as she prepared to slip away, her eyes suddenly met someone watching from above.
Ryuya.
"You… Young Master Ryuya?"
Her eyes lit up with delight.
When had he arrived?
Was it coincidence? Or had he followed her intentionally to observe her performance?
Had he been secretly paying attention to her all along?
The thought made her heart pound wildly.
"Young Master Ryuya, I will definitely not disappoint you!"
Without another word, she sped off in search of prey.
Ryuya blinked.
Disappoint?
He had absolutely no idea what strange fantasy was running through her mind.
Originally, he had intended to intervene in Makomo's fight. He hadn't expected Rengoku Kyojuro to arrive first.
Not yet the Flame Hashira, yet daring to fight two Lower Ranks alone?
Would Rengoku die here?
The thought genuinely intrigued Ryuya.
Beyond curiosity, however, was calculation.
His unbuttoned black coat fluttered violently in the night wind as he descended from the rooftop, landing beside Makomo.
"Master!"
Makomo's eyes filled with undisguised joy at his sudden appearance.
"Leave. Go protect Tanjiro and his sister," Ryuya said calmly.
Makomo's presence here only increased risk. Tanjiro and Nezuko were completely defenseless.
They needed protection far more than he did.
"Yes."
Makomo never questioned his orders.
Without hesitation, she withdrew from the battlefield.
"Hey—why did she leave?!"
From a distant corner, Murata and Kanroji Mitsuri stared in shock as Makomo retreated, leaving Rengoku alone.
It wasn't that Murata didn't want to help.
He did.
But against a Lower Rank demon, he couldn't even survive a swarm of insects.
As for Mitsuri—she had only joined the Demon Slayer Corps yesterday. Sending her into this battle would be suicide.
With Makomo gone, Rengoku's pressure would skyrocket.
What were they supposed to do?
Calling for reinforcements would take far too long.
Murata wiped sweat from his brow, anxiety consuming him.
Then—
Mitsuri suddenly bolted from hiding and ran straight toward the battlefield.
Toward Ryuya.
She recognized him.
When she arrived earlier with Rengoku, she had already recognized Makomo from before.
At this point in time, Mitsuri did not yet harbor deep hatred toward demons.
She believed—
Ryuya could help Big Brother Kyojuro.
She had to try.
Whether it worked or not, she had to try.
"Kanroji Mitsuri…?"
Ryuya frowned slightly as he saw her rushing toward him.
Why was she here?
Then it clicked.
By fate's arrangement, Mitsuri would indeed join Rengoku's team.
But running into the center of a battlefield like this?
That was suicidal.
She was a key piece in winning over Iguro Obanai.
She absolutely could not die here.
Ryuya stepped forward to intercept her—
But before he could take a second step, Rengoku Kyojuro erupted forward like a blazing comet.
"While I stand here, you will not harm my teammate, demon!"
"Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
The flaming arc aimed straight for Ryuya's throat.
Ryuya clicked his tongue and drew his blade.
"Moon Breathing—"
But before he could complete the technique—
A figure suddenly threw herself into his arms.
A black-haired woman in a filthy white nurse's uniform, stained with fresh blood, clung tightly to him.
"Lord Muzan, don't be afraid! I will protect you!"
Her body was soft and warm against him.
Her eyes—
Filled with a disturbingly obsessive affection.
She pressed down on him with surprising strength, pinning him in place.
Ryuya's pupils contracted.
What—
Who was this deranged woman?
...
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