The Mugen Train, broken into finite sections, finally came to a stop.
Rengoku Kyojuro helped two passengers off the train and came to the front of the train: "Are you alright? Gukuchi Boy, and Miss Mizuki."
"No, Mr. Rengoku, my name is Kamado..." Tanjirou's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Mizuki shook her head: "I'm fine, where are the others?"
Rengoku Kyojuro energetically displayed his sunny smile: "They're fine. Those two boys and the girl worked very hard to protect everyone."
Mizuki's eyes slightly lifted.
Is this guy the type to put others first?
A devoted personality.
It certainly fits the image of the good-natured people passed down through generations of the Rengoku Family.
Everyone on the train suffered some injuries, more or less, but fortunately, nothing serious.
This time could be considered a great victory.
Not only was Lower Rank One killed, but two hundred passengers were also successfully rescued.
Rengoku Kyojuro looked at Tanjirou with a solemn expression: "Speaking of which, Gukuchi Boy."
"No, I..."
Forget it, let him call me whatever he wants.
Tanjirou was utterly speechless in his heart.
"I need to apologize to you." Rengoku Kyojuro nodded thoughtfully, then straightened up and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
"My apologies!"
"...Huh?" Tanjirou, who had just been upset by Rengoku Kyojuro's address, was a bit disoriented by his sudden apology.
"Your sister, I saw her just now." Rengoku Kyojuro straightened up and said seriously, "On the train, she worked harder than anyone to save everyone."
"Risking her life to fight demons and protect humans, I recognize her as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps!"
In fact, after Mizuki displayed emotions completely different from previous demons, everyone's mindset had undergone a significant change.
Before this, the demons they encountered, even if they had their own consciousness, already regarded humans as meat, not their own kind.
That inherent arrogance couldn't be hidden.
But after encountering Mizuki and other demons, everyone understood.
Among demons, there truly exist completely different individuals.
Good-hearted individuals.
In the past, when they heard Kanae's pity for demons and her hope for demons and humans to coexist peacefully, they all thought she was naive.
Unexpectedly, it actually happened.
Tanjirou showed surprise, his eyes flickering, and he lowered his head, deeply moved: "Mr. Rengoku! Thank you!"
Rengoku Kyojuro pulled him up and said loudly: "What are you saying, Gukuchi Boy? I should be the one thanking you for forgiving such an impolite person as myself!"
"…" Hearing his address, Tanjirou's emotional moment instantly collapsed.
This person completely ignored what he was saying.
Looking at the speechless Tanjirou, Mizuki couldn't help but curve her lips slightly: "Alright, don't stand here anymore, there are still people on the train who need..."
Mizuki's voice suddenly paused, and she frowned, looking into the distance.
"What's wrong, Miss Mizuki?" Her sudden movement caught Tanjirou's attention.
Rengoku Kyojuro, after Mizuki, sensed something: "Something's coming!"
Boom!!
In the dark night, it was as if a giant rock had fallen from the sky, making a loud noise.
Tanjirou looked at where the dust settled in shock: "What is that?!"
Mizuki glanced slightly.
Is he still lacking a bit?
Rengoku's perception was clearly stronger than Tanjirou's.
Mizuki clearly saw Tanjirou's state; he was still some distance away from becoming a Hashira.
If it were the previous Blade, Tanjirou might have won.
But against other Hashira, Tanjirou's current strength was not enough.
Total Concentration Breathing, Constant Concentration, only gave him the qualification to approach a Hashira.
This guy's speed was so fast that Tanjirou's sense of smell hadn't even had a chance to work.
Mizuki thought for a moment, then turned her attention to the dust cloud.
There was a very strong fighting spirit.
Exactly the same as the intelligence Mizuki had provided earlier.
The Combat Demon.
Upper Rank Three, without a doubt.
To appear at this moment.
Just when everyone was celebrating their narrow escape after defeating Lower Rank One.
It was simply a disaster.
What a malicious author.
As the dust settled, a young demon appeared before everyone, covered in sinner's tattoos, with short peach-colored hair, wearing a crimson short shirt, and prayer beads on his ankles.
Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, when facing demons, almost instinctively look into the demon's eyes, trying to discern their identity.
Tanjirou was no exception.
When he saw the number carved into those golden eyes, Tanjirou's expression suddenly changed: "Miss Mizuki! Mr. Rengoku!"
"It's Upper Rank Three!"
Mizuki's face was calm, Rengoku Kyojuro's face was solemn, and the young man with peach-colored short hair grinned.
"Chicken Nest Seat!"
Chicken Nest Seat... Nest Seat... Seat... Tanjirou's shocked voice seemed to echo in the night wind.
Mizuki, who was about to activate Transparent World to observe Akaza, suddenly her pupils contracted, and her brain almost crashed.
Damn!
She remembered!
The intelligence she provided to Ubuyashiki was her handwritten first draft, and at that time, she didn't know Akaza's real name, so she temporarily used the name she remembered.
Rengoku Kyojuro nodded slightly, his expression solemn: "Yes, I know."
"It's the Combat Demon, Upper Rank Three, Chicken Nest Seat."
Mizuki's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Please don't say it so seriously!
What made Mizuki most despair was that after receiving her intelligence, Ubuyashiki had passed it down.
In other words, any Demon Slayer Corps swordsman who encountered Upper Rank Three would probably call him Chicken Nest Seat.
And the protagonist of their discussion.
Upper Rank Three, Chicken... Akaza, his smile froze.
On Akaza's pale cheeks, veins bulged one by one.
His gaze locked onto Tanjirou, the culprit, and he shot out like a cannonball.
In an instant, he arrived in front of Tanjirou, swinging his fist at him.
Tanjirou's pupils contracted: "So fast!"
Like Miss Mizuki, he couldn't see anything clearly.
But there was something even faster.
A black light flashed, and Akaza retreated violently, clutching his arm.
Leaving a severed wrist in front of Tanjirou.
"As expected, very strong." Rengoku Kyojuro's eyes narrowed slightly, and his half-drawn sword was finally pulled out.
Akaza's expression didn't fluctuate much. He slowly stood up, and the cells in his severed arm rapidly grew, flesh and blood regenerating at high speed, almost returning to normal in the blink of an eye.
Akaza licked his lips and looked at Mizuki: "You're very strong... but unfortunately, you're a woman."
"I don't kill women."
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