Just as the battles began, over on Abel's side.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tamayo."
"Hello, Kagaya."
Kagaya and Tamayo sat chatting, this being their first true meeting.
Yushiro sat beside them, silent. After all, he had been pinned down and beaten by Erica and Liliana for being disrespectful to Abel, and since he was a demon, they hadn't held back.
As Tamayo and Kagaya chatted, their gazes turned towards Muzan nearby.
Tamayo's eyes revealed hatred, as if she wished to devour his flesh and sleep on his skin, while Kagaya's eyes showed a look of finally being finished.
"Done."
Abel clapped his hands, and seven screens appeared before him. These showed the situation of everyone in their respective battle zones.
Kagaya and Tamayo looked at the screens, sighing with emotion.
Abel, meanwhile, pulled out a gourmet tablecloth and began watching the live broadcast.
Meanwhile, in the seventh battlefield.
"Kaigaku! You've truly sided with demons! You used to make deals with demons and harm your comrades! Now, to survive, you've shamelessly become a demon! You don't deserve to be in the Demon Slayer Corps! You don't deserve to live!" Gyomei spoke, then swung his flail and charged towards Kaigaku.
Looking at the Stone Hashira charging at him, cold sweat broke out on Kaigaku's forehead.
The pressure was too intense. The man who used to pound demons bare-handed until dawn now came for revenge.
However...
"Hahaha! What did I do wrong! You were the ones who abandoned me first! I just want to live, just like now!"
Kaigaku trembled but continued to speak, holding the blade made from his own flesh and staring intently at the weapon charging towards him.
Thunder Breathing, Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!
Kaigaku, gripping his blade, erupted with lightning throughout his body and swung towards Gyomei, who was charging at him.
Stone Breathing, Third Form: Stone Skin!
Gyomei swung his flail, forming a defense, and pushed through Kaigaku's slash.
Just a little more.
Then, a sudden stop, and then...
Stone Breathing, Second Form: Upper Smash!
He stepped on the chain, and the flail flew from his hand, flung towards Kaigaku.
Watching the flail grow larger, Kaigaku's eyes were filled with terror.
Move!
Move, body!
Kaigaku shifted slightly to the side, and his entire right shoulder was smashed through.
Run! I must run!
Kaigaku gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace, wanting to escape but enveloped by a shadow.
He looked up to see Gyomei appear before him, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Namu Amida Butsu!"
"No! Don't! I..."
Before Kaigaku could speak, the axe in Gyomei's hand struck his neck.
Kaigaku's head flew into the air, his body remaining standing. Soon, he knelt straight down. The head in the sky was filled with disbelief, then turned to ash.
"Phew..."
"Namu Amida Butsu."
Gyomei clasped his hands together and uttered this phrase.
Sensing another demon, Gyomei prepared for battle. But then he heard Kagaya's voice.
"Gyomei, you've worked hard."
"Mas... Master?"
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First battlefield.
Kokushibo stared intently at Yoriichi before him. "Clearly, you were already dead, killed by my own hands, why did you appear! Why did you come back!"
Facing the somewhat agitated Kokushibo, Yoriichi extended his hand towards him. "Nii-san, could you give me another flute?"
Kokushibo was clearly stunned by these He remembered the past, he remembered all of Yoriichi's words.
"I will cherish the flute nii-san gave me as if it were nii-san himself."
"Nii-san's dream is to become the greatest warrior in this country. I want to follow nii-san and become the second greatest."
...
Kokushibo took out the flute he had hidden in his heart, gripping it tightly.
"Yoriichi. I envy you. I envy your talent. I envy everything about you."
Kokushibo looked at his younger brother, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "But... I seem to have been wrong."
Kokushibo drew his sword, and looked at his reflection in the blade. He had already strayed from the path of a warrior.
"Come, let's have a battle between the greatest warrior and the second greatest."
Yoriichi smiled. He knew that his beloved brother had returned.
Then, nii-san, after this battle, let's go to the afterlife together.
The two stood in confrontation, their auras strangely intertwining at this moment.
Kokushibo moved first, rushing towards Yoriichi, his sword like moonlight in the dark night, inspiring a sense of beauty.
Yoriichi, unhurried, parried with fluid movements, his blade like the newborn sun.
That year, if Michikatsu hadn't been so consumed by jealousy, would there have been a scene of sun and moon shining together?
Kokushibo's techniques became increasingly fierce, and Yoriichi met each of his attacks, filled with love.
In the fierce exchange, Kokushibo transitioned from his initial malevolence to a state of release.
He looked at Yoriichi and said, "Yoriichi, one last move."
Yoriichi nodded, his melancholic eyes becoming firm.
Kokushibo unleashed all his strength, pouring all his emotions into this final strike that carried his lifelong obsession and his current liberation.
Yoriichi met him with full force, the blade in his hand like a scorching sun, colliding fiercely with Kokushibo's sword.
The immense impact made everything around them tremble, and their figures flickered in and out of sight within the light.
As the light gradually dissipated, Kokushibo and Yoriichi stood opposite each other,
Kokushibo's sword shattered. A relieved smile appeared on his lips as his body began to crumble and slowly dissipate.
Yoriichi quickly stepped forward and embraced Kokushibo... no, it should be Michikatsu.
"Nii-san, welcome back, let's go together." Yoriichi whispered, then nodded in a certain direction.
Abel, watching the live broadcast, understood the legendary man's intentions.
"So be it." He said, snapping his fingers.
Yoriichi's body slowly became transparent.
At this moment, the souls of the two brothers finally achieved true reconciliation, dissipating together on this battlefield filled with memories.