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febuary30thday · 1 year

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Love

Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!

(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)

(I'm sorry, but pookie always comes first 😫)

He is eating it up like it's his last meal

He may not be affectionate, but he likes it when you are

He's a major hypocrite

If he's not affectionate and then you take it as him not liking affection and stop, he'll hate it

He will demand an answer and when you explain it to him, he is not understanding

He will yell at you if needed (When he doesn't have your devotion)

He thinks that your affection is a sign of your devotion, and he needs your devotion

He only lets Kokushibo near you

His love language to you is gift-giving and words of affirmation

He'll buy you flowers, praise you, and rope you in

He knows exactly how to rope you in

He gives you punishments, even if you haven't done anything wrong, to test you

He needs you completely devoted to him and your attention only on him

If your attention is on something else, he will emotionally manipulate you, and make you dependent on him and only him

Don't try to resist

He turns you into a demon, so that he can read your thoughts and control you for his own needs

If you listen and stay affectionate, you live happily ish.

If you don't listen..... you don't want to know what happens

"Just stay devoted and love only me, darling, if you do, I'll provide you with the best life you could ever have."

With a man as stoic as him, you'd think he would like affection, right?

Wrong.

It makes him feel weak, and it feels like he's getting soft

The minute he feels weak, is the minute he thinks about Yoriichi, and trust me, that doesn't end well

That's what he thought about affection

Until you won his heart, and became the obsession of his life

The reason he lives, breathes, and becomes more powerful, is because of you

He is a lot more forceful in what he wants, and he is very straightforward about his intentions

He isn't good at emotional manipulation, but he is very good at intimidation, and, what are you going to do?

He loves your affection, and he is very affectionate as well, when he wants to be

He will stop you from whatever you're doing if he wants to kiss you, or cuddle you

DON'T try to stop him

He likes leaving his sword at his feet when he cuddles you, keeping his eye on it, and also showing you how vulnerable he is to you

He knows you love him, but he needs constant reassurance, believe it or not, he's very insecure

He will never admit this

Stay by his side, and he will treat you right

He also does turn you into a demon, because he can't stand the thought of being without you

"I'm completely vulnerable with you right now. I'm showing you my devotion, and I expect you to show me your devotion as well."

He loves it

It's his excuse to always cling to you

He is also affectionate as well, so you two go hand-in-hand

He makes his followers worship you as well, proclaiming that you are a deity, and they listen

He turns you into a demon pretty early when he realizes he wants you

He always keeps you on his lap

He is also very cheeky with his intentions, so sometimes he makes you wear the clothes of his followers

He uses it as an excuse to defile you

He spoils you like crazy

He is soft and gentle with his touches, believing you to be fragile

He treats you like porcelain (Not in the bedroom)

He teases you and is also very flirty

He does love you and will cuddle and coddle you always

As long as you are with him for eternity, he will love you

If he sees any of his male followers looking at you wrongly, he kills them off, despite having no intention to eat them

He makes you dependent on him as well, but also allows you some freedom, he isn't completely restrictive

Believe it or not, Akaza feels pity for you

Douma talks about you every chance he gets, he is very brave and open

Everyone's tired of it

"I love you, snowflake! You should stay with me for eternity! I promise to love you!"

He likes it, but is pretty mellow with his affection

He is very romantic, and also very possessive

He does say you are weak, but he only says that because he wants you to stay with him

He constantly says how he can protect you

He is afraid of losing you, so he appreciates the little things you do as well

Turning you into a demon was his choice, but he does feel a little bad

He hates leaving you alone so he completes his missions quickly

He takes you out, only when he's with you

He does like hugging and kissing you, but doesn't smother you like Douma does

He just likes showing you he loves you

He's trying, give him some time

He's kind of bad at the whole 'being in love thing' but he knows how to express love

He doesn't punish you as often, if at all, he hates doing that

He doesn't use underhand tactics to make you dependent on him, he kind of just does it on accident

He needs you to live, breathe and survive

He does love seeing you happy and would do anything for you

"Please don't leave me. I can't live without you."

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vampcubus · 9 months

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I'm not good with words so bear with me

So, Muzan having a really stressful day (I would too if I had to deal with those kizuki) and while you're distracted doing your own thing he just stares at you menacingly until you give him cuddles

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, needy muzan.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 : 0.6k+

Muzan slams the shoji door shut, and you jump, your immersion in your novel shattered by the sudden loud noise.

"Are you alright, darling?" you ask, watching him stalk into the room over the edge of your book. You don't turn to him fully and that irks him more. Couldn't you see he wanted your attention?

"I tire of being disappointed time and time again. I'm beginning to question why I keep such pointless spawn around if they aren't producing results." Muzan sighs deeply through his nose, loosening his tie.

"I assume the meeting went poorly then?" Your eyes dart to his exposed throat for but a moment before returning to your book. You may not have meant to sound dismissive, but his eyes narrow anyway.

He's had an irritating day putting up with the antics of his useless upper moons and here you are ignoring him for a stupid book. He crosses the room in a breath, plucking the book from your hands and slamming it shut. You go to give him a piece of your mind about making you lose your place, but the look he's giving you is so blatantly needy that the dramatic plot of the novel melts away from your mind. Okay, you feel a bit bad now.

"C'mere." You pat your lap, and with a grumble he accepts your invitation, climbing into your lap and sighing deeply as your arms encircle him. The demon relaxes almost instantly, and a part of him still recoils from his body's reaction, how he softens with a mere touch from you. "If you needed to cuddle, you could have just said so."

"Silence. I've had enough irritation for one day, I don't need you adding to it." He rests his chin on your shoulder and your hand settles on the back of his head, stroking his hair. "Speak of this to anyone and I'll-"

"Kill and dismember me, I know. Or so you say, though I don't think you really would," you chuckled, rubbing his side with your other hand in a way you can only hope is comforting.

"And what, pray tell, makes you think I wouldn't if you became too much of a nuisance?" he rumbles, eyelids drooping already. "Do you really think yourself so special? Your arrogance is truly astounding."

"Well, for one, who else is going to hold you if I'm chopped up in pieces? and second, I do have the demon king in my lap right now, so I must be pretty special."

As much as he hates to admit it, you have a point. You're the only one that sees this side of him. The only one that gets to touch him like this without being severely punished. Though he would sooner dance naked in sunlight before confessing to this, he is all too aware of how attached he's gotten to you. To say he'd never harm you is a stretch, but he'd certainly never like to, and that means something.

"I suppose you do infuriate me the least of my pawns." Ouch. Okay, that one hurt a little, and you blow on his ear in retaliation. He grunts, shifting in your lap.

"You can just say I'm your favorite you know, it'll be our secret," you teased, and he groaned, covering your mouth with his hand to silence you himself. You lick his hand and it darts away from your lips, his pale face twisting in disgust. "You'll have to kiss me if you really to shut me up, my lord."

"Insufferable creature," he murmured, though he lifted his head from your shoulder and brushed his cold lips over yours anyway in a placating manner. You hardly mind the reasoning, eyes fluttering shut as you savored a kiss from your demon lover. Muzan goes to pull away, but you chase his lips, not quite ready to part yet. He allows it, a clawed thumb stroking over your jaw as you lose yourself in him.

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #alex <3 #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan x reader #muzan drabbles <3

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sunandflame · 10 months

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Hey there :) I hope you’re having a great day :) if it’s okay please could I request a fic of muzan. Where the reader comes from a troubled family, and she’s always kind to muzan every time he comes through town and he’s very fond of her but one day when he visits he finds her on the brink of death so he turns her into a demon and she quickly becomes an upper moon. I hope this isn’t too much information 💙💙

Hi there! I actually never ever wrote something for Muzan, but I do like challenges! And there is never too much information. I hope it's the way you want it and please let me know if not, since I am always looking for a way to improve myself ❤️

Beguiling voice

Warnings: angst, violence, ra.pe attempt

Word Count: 966

Pairing: Muzan x Fem!Reader

Again you had to dry your tears and hide it behind a mask of smiles. Again you had to hide the bruises under your kimono and had to act like nothing happened. It was embarrassing and it became a habit to tug at the sleeve of your own kimono, so nobody saw the evidence of your troubled household. And yet you smiled, remained friendly, because that was your nature. You believed in the good of people even though it's been faltering lately.

You bowed to the pale man in the western suit and white fedora, gave him your friendliest smile. You often saw him here in the tea house and even if he didn't really order anything, you always tried to have a conversation with him as his voice was so beguiling to you and it was always a friendly exchange. He too seemed to be enjoying the conversations. That's how it seemed. Because if it hadn't been like that, he wouldn't be showing up again and again, right? He wasn't always there but as soon he was in the town, he made sure to visit you at least once. His soothing voice and manner were always a blessing on your battered soul and there were often times when you sought for the simplicity in your conversations. He was even in your daydreams when you tried to escape the unpleasant moments with your family. It was your escape of the reality, but the reality can hit hard.

You already had a queasy feeling since you made your way home from work. It was much later than expected and you quickly hurried to get back into your own four walls. You just wanted to be home as soon as possible, but that was denied to you.

With a jerk you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark alley and before you even knew what was happening to you your head banged against the wall and you lost consciousness for a moment and something wet flowed down your neck. You heard several male voices

"Fuck, she doesn't have anything valuable on her! Not even worth to rob her."

"Just leave the bitch here"

"Are you sure we shouldn't even have some fun with her? She's quite the beauty, isn't she?"

You opened your eyes in shock and began to whimper and fight. If they try something on you, they shouldn't have it easy at least. You clawed, bit and kicked around, but it only seemed to make the attackers more aggressive until eventually they got tired and just kicked you to the ground. Your consciousness wavered between fainting and trying to suppress the pain.

At some point the pain stopped and you knew that it was not only because they stopped kicking you and went away, but because you felt that you were close to death. It really was like most people said. The pain was gone for the moment and the good memories will flash in front of your eyes. Only that they weren't memories of your family, just the ones you shared with this beautiful pale stranger with the fedora.

You felt movement and someone was gently rocking you in their arms. "Drink this..." A bitter tear ran down your blemished face. You didn't want him to see you like this and yet you were overjoyed in your inner that he was the one to keep you company in your final minutes. You allowed yourself to nuzzle yourself to him or was it him who held you tighter? You couldn't tell "Y/n, drink that" This time the voice was more demanding, not allowing you to resist even as you lay dying.

With your last strength you drank what he gave you and the peaceful death you wished for was undone. Agony tortured you and you twitched in his arms, but he had been so strong that he still had no trouble holding you. Your fingers dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his perfect jacket. You didn't know what was happening to you, but you knew there was a change and suddenly everything went black around you.

It's been some time, but it was relative for you anyway. You had become a different person. No longer a human, but you were a Demon now. And you became one of the Upper Moon Six after Gyutaro and Daki fell victim to the Demon Slayer Corps. But that wasn't the main cause. Muzan was fond of you and your strength and he regularly enriched you with his potent blood. He wanted to see you strong at his side and in his inner circle. But even so, you had shown an outstanding strength that put a smile on Muzan.

"Y/n..." His beguiling voice reached you as he brought you into the infinity castle.

"Yes, my lord..." Immediately you were on your knees to demonstrate your devotion. You didn't remember your previous life or how you came to 'death'. You knew you owed everything to him. And his voice was always something that caused a pleasant tingle in you. You knew you owed everything to him.

"Come here my beautiful." He gave you his hand and asked you to stand up. His cool hand stroked your cheek and an inner longing spread through you. If only he... You didn't finish the sentence in your head, his lips were on yours, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip while he looked down at you with his red plum eyes. "I thought I would show you how fond I am actually of you... My dear y/n" His fingers rested on your chin as he stole another kiss from you and even if it took you by surprise, you were not complaining as it was exactly what you always wished for.

#divider by firefly-graphics #sunnys work #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kny fanfic #demon slayer drabble #kimetsu no yaiba drabble #kny drabble #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #kibutsuji muzan #muzan kibutsuji x you #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan kibutsuji x y/n

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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DOUMA AND MUZAN HEADCANONS ON HOW THEY FINGER THEIR S/O??👀 I'd actually prefer a female s/o but you can do however you like!!thank you!

# muzan kibutsuji & douma

tags : nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, lemme know if i forgot sum.

a/n : sorry if it’s short ):

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

muzan loves watching you squirm because he starts with teasing you

like a lot

a few flicks over your clit, tracing your entrance with his finger, gathering all the wetness gushing out

when he get tired of playing with your clit, muzan slips a couple of fingers in

you take them pretty easily because you’re really wet

and the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make him want to move his fingers faster, watching how you lift your hips from the futon

clearly seeking more

“stay still,” he pushes his free hand on your lower stomach and pins you to the bed, making you moan

“messy girl…” he whispers as he watches your sweet juices gather around his thick fingers, as he keeps pushing them in and out at a quick pace

the way he would overstimulate you, like making you cum 3 or 4 times from his fingers only before finally getting down to the real business 👀

DOUMA

100% slaps your pussy

rearranges your inside while trying to find your g-spot just to hear you scream his name

douma would definitely touch your clit until you have to push his hand away, crying

he just loves making you cum from just that

then he finally push two fingers in, scissoring them and hitting that spongy spot inside of your warm channel

“there, petal? yeah, look how much you’re trembling right now,” he’s smirking down at you while you’re whining and trembling under him

his fingers move slowly at first and then he adds a third finger and starts moving them faster, making you see stars

douma watches you with lust in his eyes, finding pleasure in seeing you in such status thanks to him

“you’re making a mess, darling..” he chuckles as you cum hard around his fingers, wetting your thighs and the sheets below

you can give him some more, you haven’t even started

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#muzan kibutsuji x reader #douma x reader #muzan kibutsuji drabble #muzan kibutsuji blurb #muzan kibutsuji imagine #muzan kibutsuji fanfic #douma drabble #douma blurb #douma imagine #douma fanfic #kny muzan #kny douma #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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doumadono · 2 months

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Emergency order!

EMERGENCY ORDER!

Hi, it's been difficult for me lately because I've feeling a lot of emocional pain due to my anxiety and depression.Would you please do a Muzan helping S/n during a crisis thank you❤️ (Sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

Muzan & s/o struggling with emotional pain - headcanons

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Muzan subtly observes the changes in your demeanor. He notices the shadows lingering in your eyes and the heaviness in your steps, prompting his concern.

Choosing a moment when you're alone after the Upper Moons' meeting, Muzan approaches with a gentle yet commanding presence. "You seem troubled, Y/N. Would you mind sharing what's on your mind?" he inquires, his crimson eyes reflecting a genuine interest in you situation.

As you begin to pour out your feelings, Muzan listens attentively. His expression remains composed. "Take your time," he assures, providing a rare display of patience, allowing you to continue to share your feelings at your own pace.

When you finish, Muzan responds with unexpected empathy. "I understand the pain you're facing."

Sensing your escalating anxiety, Muzan calmly guides you through a breathing exercise. "Inhale deeply, exhale slowly. Focus on the rhythm. It helps to ground yourself," he advises, a hint of concern in his usually composed voice.

"Even demons endure their share of internal turmoil. It's a part of existence. But acknowledging it is the first step toward overcoming," he admits, his gaze momentarily distant.

As the conversation progresses, Muzan offers a protective assurance. "You have strength within you. This storm will pass, and you will emerge resilient."

In the days that follow, Muzan subtly displays care. Little gestures of support — small yet significant actions that convey his genuine concern for your well-being, like rubbing your shoulder or checking upon you throughout the day.

Whenever you find yourself in need, Muzan becomes a reliable shoulder for you to lean on. You can approach him, pouring your heart out without the fear of judgment for what he might consider mortal stupid things. Instead, he listens attentively, offering comfort and genuine efforts to lift your spirits.

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1lenii · 10 months

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Some where in the infinity castle…

Muzan x Upper6!Reader

Wrote this thinking “what if muzan were more easy”

⚠️ Nothing to serious just Mayb degrading nothing heavy tho

Was think on making this a potential smutfic events not in order 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Some where in the infinity castle

Muzan’s voice boomed, echoing through that castle. (Y/N) new to the bunch, still not getting as to why it’s such a big deal to be “respectful” to their lord and provider, gets up from the bowed position they were previously in.

Leaving the other upper moons in fear and pity as Muzan hasn’t called off the meeting, you can hear the faint wails of Hatengu shriveling up.

“You dare challenge my presence you” muzan voice booms as he narrows his eyes as he observes the upper rank 6

(Y/N) stands up to their full height, making direct eye contact with the lord in question

“No, I could never my lord” (Y/N) slightly bowing while maintaining eye contact

“But if we were to be honest this meeting if very much to my distaste”

Even Douma who would say something along those lines

Who as well believes he’s a equal to Muzan, looks at the rest of the upper moons while they all collectively make eye contact while returning to their heads into their low positions.

(Y/N) lips contort into a lopsided smirk resting how far muzan willing to go.

Muzan use his cells to inflict pain of submission to the demon, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed takes a step towards him, ignoring the weight of muzan intoxicating aura

As if on cue the echoing sounds of Nakimes Biwa, (Y/N) was teleported to what seems to be a clearing in the forest where the moon illuminated their demonic skin

“You wanna step up to me, kill the boy with the hanafuda earrings and bring me the girl who conquered the sun.. and I’ll consider forgiving your actions at todays meeting”

Muzans voice echoing through (Y/N) head, using his ability to talk to her telepathically via his cells

“Let’s say I fail to complete this task lord kibutsuji”

“You’ll receive a punishment worthy of someone like you…”

voice fading into the night (Y/N) starts they’re hunt for the prey.

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Extra:

“WOW THAT WAS PRETTY BALLSY” douma projects as he is crossed crossed on the floor almost in front of the biwa lady

“If that was me, it would’ve broke out into a all out fight! Wouldn’t that have been exciting Akaza-dono ^^”

Scoffing Akaza turns on his heel, not before amputating the demons right arm

“You would have survived to tell such tale”

“Aww your so mean akaza” Douma says soothing and regenerating the damaged area

#upper moons #domua #doma #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #uppermoon 6 #hatengu #nakime #akaza #muzan jackson #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny muzan #kny demons #kny drabble #kny

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solandistar · 10 months

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Mother.

basically your family was killed by kibutsuji but he decided to spare you since you were pretty. and the uppermoons grew attached and viewed you as their mother.

MANGA SPOILERS

sanemi might be a bit occ but whatever

gender-neutral reader?? no pronouns are used for reader besides 'Mother" and long hair doesn't relate to gender lol, but the rapunzel thing was just to give you and idea of what you might possible look like lol

Mother, was if anything, the most beautiful demon there was. Mother's long, flowing hair was rapunzel length, as it could be found almost all over the infinity castle. Mother refused to eat any human flesh, so most of the uppermoons besides upper three, akaza, mainly because of his ideologies of respecting and not bringing any harm to women; and upper one, kokushibou, because he didn't really care and respected Mother; found Mother weird.

Mother wasn't a member of the twelve kizuki, but muzan liked Mother and let Mother reside in the infinity castle anyways. Mother was a personal servant to lord muzan.

Mother died willingly, in the infinity castle arc, to the hands of sanemi shinazugawa.

but not before Mother asked to have a small conversation with the wind hashira, since it had been what might've been centuries since Mother had last talked to another person besides muzan and his uppermoons. while sanemi shinazugawa was undeniably angry, Mother's presence felt similar to his own mother's, so he allowed Mother to have a conversation with him while he explored the castle, looking for kibutsuji. Mother gave him some intel on what exactly muzan was looking for, and what his goal was. after their chat was finished, Mother got on Mother's knees and asked shinazugawa to slay Mother.

"I have lived too long, underneath his lord's command to continue on. I hope that you will slay my lord, and i wish you the bestest of luck in your hope and bright future." as shinazugawa sliced Mother's head clean off, he waited for Mother's final words before leaving.

"Thank you, Shinazugawa."

after Mother had faded away, sanemi decided to grab Mother's hairpin as a small remembrance of Mother, as if to teach himself a lesson. for what, however, he did not know.

somewhere in the castle, while muzan was still hiding in his web of his mere flesh, something shook him. he didn't know why. then he realized why. his personal servant, his favorite and most loyal demon, had been killed.

a sudden emptiness washed over all the uppermoons. when they realized why, anger filled their minds.

akaza was undeniably angry. 'how dare these slayers take Mother away.' akaza thought angrily. 'why is this feeling so familiar?' akaza thought to himself in confusion, as the feeling of losing Mother seemed so familiar, for a reason he could not remember.

douma, for the first time in his entire lifetime felt emotion. was it anger? sadness? grief? he did not know, for he had never felt human emotion before. maybe a mix of them all. then, he noticed he was more aggressive with his attacks and movements. his voice sounded that of irritation. he was angry.

kokushibou, wasn't angry, but to say he was merely irritated was an understatement. a companion he viewed as a friend. as family. finally, there was something yoriichi was beat at. but why did it have to be this way?

kaigaku, was angry. within the short time he had known Mother, he had grown attached. kaigaku was an orphan, so he never knew what it was like to have a mother, not until he met Mother. and hell, he was so unfathomably angry.

now, the demon slayer corps had really pissed the uppermoons off.

they killed Mother.

#kny sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #upper moons #kokushibo #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba #kaigaku #drabble #angst #character death #michikatsu tsugikuni #kokushibou #kimetsu sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa

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starandcloud · 7 months

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Muzan Drabble

It's the year 2023, and the demon king still strikes fear into the corp's hearts. With most of their slayer's lives being taken, in what is know as the Day of Death, the slayers corp was significantly weakened. Three Hashira barely surviving, one takening his life soon after, the Corp has struggled making a comeback. With recent times advancing, Muzan and his Moons did as well. Being known as a high profile mafia, Muzan Kibursuji being the leader, they've known to have a "Bloody Rivalry" with a Mafia group named "Demon Corps". While Muzan disguises he true occupation, he has another side of life that's known little about. His current partner [ }. She's unaware of his demonic nature. And he adores his little human to bits and pieces, even pushing through her interest in "The Day Of Death." to make her happy. 10/10 the best fiance you could get

#muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kibutsuji muzan #Muzan drabble #faeriesberries

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shit-enmu-says · 2 months

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Note: this is a small part of the drabble I’m writing about the events that lead up to Enmu becoming a demon. It’s much longer than this. Just thought I’d post a random sample first for the fuck of it. Trigger warnings for gore, cannibalism and death.

Excerpt

Crimson spread out from where Enmu lay, staining the earth beneath him. Slitted eyes almost the same shade of red bored into his own as sharp talons flashed through the air.

“This is what you get for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong!” The claws tore into him yet again, ripping away strips of pale flesh. Blood sprayed from the wound, spattering his assailant’s white suit.

“Still clinging to consciousness even now like the pest you are,” the demon spoke, “it’s as if you feel no pain at all. Most would have passed out by now.”

A half mad giggle escaped him, nearly drowned out by the crackle of splintering bone. “I’m used to it,” Enmu murmured, “It’s better this way. They found out everything. My name is ruined as it is.”

His vision began to blur as the demon tore something out of him. The air was heavy in his lungs, as if he couldn’t pull it in. “Who are you? Why couldn’t I have been born as strong as you? I’d kill to possess even a fraction of your power. “

“To vermin like you? I am God.”

#writing #drabble #mun speaks #enmu tamio #muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #cw: gore #cw: blood #cw: death #cw: cannibalism #enmudrabble

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noirs-pages · 11 months

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Muzan 1

Summary: Regrets are for lamentable humans who have nothing else to fill up their lives. There is nothing for Muzan to regret. And yet, you, his once doctor, was still here, refusing to impart on him the knowledge needed to make himself perfect.

(I have read the entirety of demon slayer a long while back. I was always interested in having the Reader be Muzan’s doctor. You know, the one that started this whole tragedy.)

Rarely do you ever speak, but even more so does Muzan ever listen. When has your apparition appeared behind him? Was it a year after he deemed your attempts to heal him a failure? Or was it ten or a hundred? The years all start to blend together the farther he goes back in his memory, but your shadow was cast over him for as long as his blood became his weapon as well as his vice.

The existence of ghosts was a laughable concept to him, once upon a time. They weren’t as real as the illness that refused to leave his body be, but Muzan can see your eyes reflecting back at him from the burnt flask of another failed attempt to conquer the sun.

Muzan had a nightmare, once, a few years after the euphoria of his immortality was replaced with fear for the sun.

Where he can finally face the hated sun with his newly crafted self, only for the earth to break apart and swallow him. He clung to the ledge, dug his fingers into the bedrock because he refused to give into the fate the world always tries to press on him. Sharp stone cut into his palm and red spider lilies bloomed forth as though they were seeds. They trailed down, dripped into the cavernous maw with flames and ash waiting at the bottom, and when he looked up, his face was tickled by the elusive blue spider lilies.

He didn’t think. He reached out and grabbed, not caring if it sealed his fate into the underworld. But hands grasped his neck in a bruising vice. Nails dug into his skin and a voice, professional and familiar, whispered over the shell of his ear, “You and I will share in failure. I’ll make sure of it.”

He attacked the innkeeper that heard his night struggles. He created his first demon. A demon that did not survive the sun. Long after Muzan hid away from the rays, your figure lingered at the edge of his vision. You did not disappear, even now as he threw away the useless flask into the trash.

“It is a beautiful flower,” you spoke, clear and crisp in his ear as though you were only a few inches away despite you being on the other side of the room, “the blue spider lily. No other flower can ever replace it.”

The beaker in Muzan’s hand shattered, but the glass did nothing to his skin. He was not in a dream.

“Failure after failure, that’s how it will be,” Muzan knows he can’t make you speak, but he also knows he can’t make you shut up. The shards he threw at you simply passed through, “in that search of yours.”

Until the day comes where you finally leave, Muzan knows he won’t escape this prophecy of yours.

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Invisible Strings: Final Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: I can't believe we've made it to the finale of Invisible Strings! I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that it's over. This is not my first story, but it is the first in which I have put so much time and effort. My writing isn't great yet, but I'm pleased with how this turned out. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read my work and provide feedback. They were one of the factors that aided me in writing this piece.

Don't worry, there's still an epilogue, so stay tuned for an update soon! I just got a little busy at work, so updates are a little sluggish this time.

Again, thank you so, so much! Ily!

The demon slayers had meticulously prepared themselves, honing their skills and steeling their resolve for the battle that lay ahead. Their determination was unwavering, fueled by the fervent belief that they could triumph over the malevolent forces threatening their world.

But, as the saying goes, some things are easier said than done. In a mere blink of an eye, Kibutsuji Muzan, the sinister figure they had sworn to vanquish, single-handedly reversed the tides, shattering their hopes and turning their valor to dust. Though not at his full capacity, Muzan's present state proved more than enough to render the valiant demon slayers utterly worthless.

A cruel smile twisted across Muzan's lips as he stood triumphantly over the maimed bodies of the fallen warriors. Tengen, his newly 'recruited' right-hand man, loomed menacingly over your broken form, his insatiable craving for your blood mirroring the unquenchable thirst of a newborn demon. The Demon King cast his eyes down upon the battered demon slayers who had dared to stand against him. Their injuries were grave, their fate hanging precariously by a thread. Without a miraculous intervention, their lives would soon be extinguished.

With a surge of adrenaline, Tengen unleashed his wrath upon Muzan, seeking to avenge your suffering after the demon king's resurrection. His strikes were fierce and resolute, managing to land a few powerful blows that severed Muzan's limbs. Yet, to their astonishment and dismay, the demon's body regenerated instantaneously, mocking their fleeting victory. Tengen, like his companions, bore the weight of his injuries; his wounds were deeper and more severe, having borne the brunt of Muzan's savage onslaught.

And then, in that moment of unfathomable disbelief, the unthinkable occurred. Muzan revealed a twist in his dark machinations. Rather than snuffing out Tengen's life, he saw fit to twist fate itself, offering the grievously wounded warrior an unholy alliance—Tengen would become his new right-hand man. A cruel fate had befallen the demon slayers—a treacherous turn of events that would forever alter the course of their struggle against the forces of evil.

Why?

Why would Muzan go to such lengths, keeping you alive, only to spite you?

The answer revealed itself in a chilling realization—he had given you a sufficient dose of his blood before the battle, a twisted experiment, believing your body would respond favorably to it. Muzan's malevolent plan became clear: if you were able to rise once more, he would wield you and Tengen as weapons, aiming to eradicate the demon slayers in one fell swoop.

"Kill me now, Sanemi! Fucking kill me now!" Tengen's plea roared across the room, desperation lacing every syllable.

"No, I'm not going to kill you!" Sanemi's voice quivered with a mix of anguish and defiance.

"Do you want Y/N to die?!" The words tore through the air, weighted with the unbearable stakes.

Sanemi stood frozen, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening, torn between the excruciating choices that lay before him. Meanwhile, the other demon slayers strained against Tengen's relentless grip, and their futile attempts to separate him from you met with failure. Tengen, a towering force of strength, overwhelmed them all, save for Gyoumei, who managed to push him back with all his might, despite the deep wound that marred his own arm.

Unbeknownst to Tengen, the insidious truth loomed over him—Muzan had also transformed you into a demon. Emerging from your unconscious form, all he saw was a haze of crimson, blinding him to the imminent danger that lurked within.

You remained still, seemingly at peace on the surface, while your very being writhed in unrelenting torment. Muzan's blood coursed through your veins, a malevolent force ravaging you from within. You fought desperately against the abyss, determined not to succumb and perish.

"Sanemi!"

"Will you shut the fuck up?! I already told you, I am not going to kill you!" Sanemi's voice cracked with a mixture of frustration and resolute determination.

"Don't worry about me; slit my neck already! Didn't you say you were coming for my head the instant I put you in danger?" Tengen implored, your voice laden with a mixture of desperation and resignation.

"I did, but..." Sanemi's voice trailed off into a barely audible murmur. "There has to be another way."

Sanemi's gaze shifted uneasily from Tengen to you, his pink eyes searching for a solution. As his gaze settled upon you, his lips quivered, and a desperate whimper escaped him—a sound of anguish echoing through the tumultuous air.

Why did it have to come to this?

Why were the choices so heart-wrenching, forcing Sanemi to decide between you and Tengen?

Why did history repeat itself in such a cruel manner?

Sanemi had foreseen the impending calamity and braced himself for the worst, but this level of despair surpassed his darkest expectations.

It was utterly ridiculous.

"I don't want you to die, and I don't want to lose any of you." Sanemi's voice wavered with the weight of his love and torment, his devotion to his comrades etched into every syllable.

The Sound Hashira, though touched by the unwavering resolve of his friends to save both him and you, knew that it was only a matter of time before his demonic strength spiraled out of control, threatening to bring about the demise of all those involved.

But as Sanemi had uttered, there had to be a way.

For heaven's sake, it was the twentieth century—a time of boundless advancements, where the human spirit triumphed over countless obstacles.

In the aftermath of Muzan's reign, Shinobu remained vigilant, tirelessly developing antidotes to counter the insidious curse that had plagued their world. Her foresight now bore fruit, as she possessed the means to administer the life-saving drug to both you and Tengen. However, the very person capable of providing salvation lay sprawled on the floor, her body broken and battered. Fractured ribs threatened to puncture her delicate lungs, making each movement a treacherous dance with death.

Yet Muzan, determined not to repeat his past mistakes, launched a vicious preemptive strike, targeting those who posed the greatest threat to his nefarious plans. Shinobu, Kanae, Tamayo, and Yushiro bore the brunt of his assault, their bodies left almost lifeless from the sheer force of his relentless aggression. Yushiro, bleeding profusely from a deep gash on his back, bemoaned the loss of his Blood Demon Art, his bitter chuckle punctuating the grim scene as he lay helplessly in a pool of his own blood.

Kanae's limbs twisted at grotesque angles, her once graceful form reduced to a painful contortion. Tamayo, flung mercilessly against a heavy apparatus, suffered a grave concussion, rendering her immobile and disoriented.

Unrelenting, Muzan continued his assault, turning his attention to the other Hashiras once he had incapacitated the doctors. Rengoku and Giyuu bore the brunt of his fury, their bodies marked by severe injuries. Rengoku, his eye lost in the chaos, narrowly escaped losing a limb thanks to the intervention of Tanjiro, who rushed to his aid. Giyuu, much like Tamayo, found himself hurled across the room, his strength drained, and in a swift, cruel gesture, Muzan shattered his sword with ease, rendering it useless in battle.

As the onslaught persisted, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke fought valiantly, their bodies enduring varying degrees of pain and injury in their desperate attempts to aid the Hashiras. Inosuke, his nose broken and hand shattered, grimaced through the searing agony, clutching the hilt of his sword with unwavering resolve, for the stakes at hand left no room for weakness.

On the other end of the spectrum, Nezuko bore the marks of Muzan's deliberate and prolonged torment. Bruises marred her once pristine form, serving as a twisted reminder of his grudge against her for eluding his clutches. Tanjiro and Zenitsu, fortunate enough to sustain only minor injuries, stood alongside their comrades, resolute in their shared struggle. Mitsuri and Obanai, consumed by urgency, labored tirelessly to tend to Kagaya's wounds, their unwavering determination a shield against despair. Failure was not an option—they would not let him slip away.

Tengen, gasping for air, fought the relentless onslaught of thirst that gnawed at his throat, a relentless reminder of his waning strength. Agonizing pain coursed through his veins, threatening to overpower his will. Tears streamed down his cheeks, a testament to the torment he endured.

When his eyes scanned the room, falling upon you and the broken forms of his comrades, a suffocating sense of humiliation washed over him, chilling him to the core. The weight of his helplessness bore down on his shoulders, leaving him adrift in a sea of despair. For the first time in an eternity, Tengen, the unyielding pillar of strength, felt the suffocating grip of hopelessness tighten around his heart.

Muzan, basking in his premature triumph, cast a wicked glance around the chaos he had wrought, his deranged laughter reverberating through the air. Approaching Kagaya, whose visage had become unrecognizable under the onslaught of the Demon King's merciless blows, Muzan knelt, gripping his hair with force and unadulterated contempt. His eyes brimmed with venomous triumph.

"I win."

Kibutsuji Muzan had not tasted the sweet nectar of victory coursing through his veins in centuries, and he reveled in the electrifying sensation that surged through him. Relinquishing his hold on Kagaya, his demonic gaze shifted towards you. Strangely, the seething rage that consumed him on the night you betrayed him seemed tempered, replaced by a sinister curiosity that danced within his demonic eyes.

Gratitude, an unexpected emotion, swelled within Muzan, directed solely at you. In some inexplicable way, he found himself indebted to you and perhaps even drawn to your presence.

With an air of arrogance, Muzan closed the distance between you, his steps echoing with sinister purpose. He then pivoted to face Tengen, his expression seething with contempt at the defiant gaze he received. In a display of power, Muzan backhanded him with a resounding crack, a direct response to the perceived insolence in Tengen's eyes.

"Lower your head, you wretched imbecile. Learn how to address your master," Muzan sneered, his voice laced with venom.

Tengen's eyes blazed with a murderous glare as he defiantly retorted, his words dripping with disdain, "You are not my master, and I would rather bite the dust than serve a lunatic like you."

Unfazed by Tengen's venomous defiance, Muzan instead found amusement in his audacity. The Sound Hashira's resistance only served to further stoke his interest. Oh, how well he had chosen his vessel.

Once again, Muzan struck Tengen, this time with a brutal force that left an ugly dent on his face, a grotesque reminder of his wrath. The blow was potent enough to nearly sever Tengen's head from his body in a single, devastating strike.

"Keep your distance from y/n," Muzan hissed, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "She belongs to me now. Your filthy hands have no place near her."

A sinister smirk crept across Tengen's bloodied lips as he defied Muzan's claim. "You underestimate y/n. From what I've gathered, she holds no affinity for men like you. In fact, she despises individuals of your kind. So take a hike, you useless corpse of the past."

Muzan's eyes narrowed, a flicker of intrigue mingling with his unbridled fury.

"Is that so?"

Muzan retaliated with a swift, brutal act, severing Tengen's limbs. Agonizing pain coursed through Tengen's body, causing him to howl like a wounded animal. Before he could even begin to recover, Muzan ruthlessly seized a fistful of Tengen's hair, pulling so tightly that blood trickled down his scalp. Tengen gritted his teeth, refusing to show any weakness in the face of such cruelty.

"Who says her words hold any value to me?" Muzan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Worthless and disposable women like her, who prance around like bitches in heat, would betray the very hand that feeds them. They have no rights whatsoever. Their only purpose is to sit, look pretty, and serve me for eternity."

Those words were the final straw.

Tengen's determination surged within him like a raging inferno. Without hesitation, he charged toward Muzan, challenging him to an all-out brawl. At this point, Tengen had nothing left to lose—they were both demons now. Among their kind, it was commonly understood that engaging in a fight between blood-sucking monsters with monstrous power and durability was futile. Hence, they seldom bothered fighting their own kind unless Muzan specifically commanded them to do so.

As Tengen and Muzan grappled with each other, their bodies crashing to the floor, it created an opportunity for the others. They could exploit this distraction, seeking an opening to strike back against the Demon King. However, there lingered the underlying threat that Muzan might choose to end Tengen's existence completely. After all, it was Muzan who had transformed Tengen into a demon, granting him life and power; thus, he possessed the ability to revoke it and deliver a fatal blow.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu reacted swiftly, assuming their battle stances, joined by Obanai and Mitsuri, who had skillfully tended to Kagaya's injuries. Though still severely wounded, Kagaya was no longer in immediate danger.

Within the confined space, the room transformed into an absolute bloodbath within a matter of minutes, intensifying the already macabre atmosphere. Tengen fought valiantly against the Demon King, fueled by his newfound determination and unyielding spirit.

In the face of this relentless assault, Tengen could dare to believe that victory was within his grasp. If he could sustain this momentum, there might be a chance to save not only himself but also the lives of those he held dear.

I'm here again, huh? But this time I can't see a damn thing.

Am I actually dead this time?

"Please, wake up! Y/N, wake up!" The desperate voices of Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma resounded in the emptiness, tugging at my consciousness.

But my eyelids refuse to obey; they are heavy as lead. My entire body feels weighed down, as if trapped in an abyss. I'm sorry, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. I can sense that it's you who have been calling out to me. Even after all this time, your voices are familiar and comforting, like a balm for my soul.

"Y/N, you must resist Kibutsuji Muzan. Do not let his cells take control of you again." Hinatsuru's words echoed, her concern palpable. Makio chimed in, her voice filled with urgency, "Yes, y/n. You're not a demon anymore. You never were. Lord Tengen would be devastated if he lost you again."

"And we haven't forgiven you for leaving us!" Suma's voice wavered, a mix of grief and disappointment. "We were overjoyed when we returned from the Entertainment District, thinking we would see you again. But instead, we discovered you had perished."

The weight of their words bears down on me, sinking into my consciousness and stirring a sense of remorse. I understand, and I am truly sorry for abandoning you.

"Y/N, please... don't leave Lord Tengen again. He cannot bear another loss." Hinatsuru's voice trembled with a poignant blend of sorrow and pain, her words piercing through the emptiness.

Hinatsuru... Makio... Suma...

Tengen...

Everyone...

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped for air as consciousness rushed back to you, seizing your senses.

"What—?" you managed to utter, disoriented and dazed.

Beside you, a voice exclaimed with evident relief, and as you turned your head, you found Obanai's face filled with an unusual mix of frustration and triumph. It took a moment for your groggy mind to process the situation and catch up with the whirlwind of events unfolding around you.

"It worked. It fucking worked," Obanai muttered, his voice laden with both disbelief and satisfaction.

What worked? Your mind raced to comprehend as your gaze followed Obanai's intense grip on the syringe he clutched so tightly. The answer began to crystallize—it was the antidote. Obanai had taken charge of administering it while the others focused on bringing Muzan down.

Shinobu had predicted that Muzan would first attempt to dispose of her unit, so she wisely delegated the responsibility of distributing antidotes and poisons to another capable individual—Obanai.

Meanwhile, the battle raged on. Tengen, Gyoumei, and Rengoku valiantly kept Muzan pinned to the ground, limiting his mobility and minimizing his threat. With fierce determination, they unleashed their strength, their combined efforts serving as a formidable barrier against the relentless demon.

Giyuu, wielding his sword, aimed for Muzan's eyes, his strikes resolute but blunt. Tanjiro and Zenitsu, their resolve unwavering, sliced through Muzan's limbs with precision and unwavering resolve. Every action they took was a gamble—a high-stakes wager between life and death. They knew the risks and understood the potential sacrifices, but they refused to falter. Their goal was clear—to bring Muzan down and protect the world from his insidious wrath.

None of them hesitated, for they knew that victory demanded unwavering resolve. With each push, each swing, each punch, and every resounding battle cry, they fought as if their very existence depended on it.

But Muzan, despite the odds stacked against him, remained defiant. He clenched his teeth, his gaze filled with a menacing intensity as he glared at Tengen.

"No way I'm letting some peon like you impede my plans," Muzan hissed through gritted teeth, his voice laced with venomous defiance.

Tengen, undeterred by Muzan's threats, met his gaze head-on and spat back with equal conviction, "You no longer have a place in this world, Muzan. It's high time you accepted reality."

A dangerous glint flickered in Muzan's eyes as he retorted, "We'll see about that."

In this pivotal moment, where the forces of darkness clashed with unwavering determination, the stage was set for a battle that would determine the fate of their world.

Muzan's arm recoiled, ready to strike the Sound Hashira with devastating force. Tengen braced himself, preparing for the impact that never came. Instead, a sinister sneer twisted across the Demon King's face, a triumph evident in his eyes. In a moment of cunning deception, Muzan had seized the opportunity to infiltrate Tengen's body, seeking to enslave him from within.

Time seemed to freeze as the realization washed over Tengen. A scream tore from his lips, mingling with the agonized howls of pain as he doubled over, feeling Muzan's presence coursing through his veins like vile poison.

"He's going to use me to hurt all of you!" Tengen's voice cracked with desperation, his words echoing through the air. Every fiber of his being writhed in anguish as he struggled to convey the urgency of the situation.

Before he could continue, blood erupted from his lips, reminiscent of the horrific moment when Muzan attempted to seize control of your body. Tengen's gaze darted to Sanemi, whose face reflected a blend of fear and panic as he stood resolutely, guarding you.

"I won't ask so politely this time! If you don't want everyone to die, you have to kill me!" His plea reverberated through the battlefield, addressed to all yet holding a particular weight directed at Sanemi.

"But—"

"No!"

Your words reverberated through the room, cutting through the tension and drawing every gaze towards you. Relief washed over the faces of your comrades as they laid eyes on you, their expressions filled with a mixture of gratitude and joy. They were undoubtedly glad to see you safe and well, reassured by the efficacy of the antidote that had restored you to a state of remarkable vitality.

Tengen's gaze met yours; his eyes were no longer the ones you were accustomed to seeing. They held an otherworldly quality; his once vibrant complexion was now pale and sickly, and his fangs protruded from his once luscious lips. It dawned on you that he had fallen victim to Kibutsuji Muzan's vile transformation, his love for you shining through even in his altered form. The sight tugged at your heart, filling you with a bittersweet mix of adoration and despair as you feared for his very existence.

In the midst of this turmoil, Tengen's hasty plan ignited a surge of apprehension within you. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after the arduous journey it had taken for you to be reunited. Determination welled up within you, overshadowing any pain or weakness that lingered from your recent surgery.

Without hesitation, you pushed yourself out of bed, paying no heed to the stability of your own legs or the protests that echoed around you. Crawling forward, you summoned every ounce of strength, your arms enveloping Tengen in a fierce embrace. The soreness in your knees from the impact against the cold, unforgiving floor went unnoticed as your sole focus rested on the man you loved.

"I refuse to let you die, Tengen," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering determination. "We've fought so hard to be together again, and I won't stand by and watch you waste your life like this. Tengen, find that inner strength within yourself. Don't succumb to the likes of Muzan. Fight back with every fiber of your being."

As your flesh made contact with Tengen's, he inhaled sharply, his grip on sanity teetering on the edge. The torment of Muzan's presence within him was amplified by his insatiable thirst, and your proximity only intensified his struggle.

"Y/N—no, don't come near me. You'll get hurt," Tengen pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, attempting to tear you away from him. But you clung to him, refusing to let go.

"No! There must be another way!"

Agony flickered across Tengen's face as your words echoed Sanemi's earlier plea. Just as he was about to respond, Muzan's malevolent presence surged to life, casting everyone else aside and leaving you vulnerable and alone with the towering brute.

"Y/N, please, run while you still have the chance! Sanemi, kill me now!" Tengen's voice cracked with anguish and determination, his plea filled with a mixture of love and self-sacrifice.

"No!" Your voice wavered with both fear and defiance as you locked eyes with your cousin, who stood prepared to strike, battling his own conflicting emotions.

"Sanemi, don't!"

Tears welled in the eyes of the Wind Hashira as he clutched his sword tightly, his heart torn between honoring a dying friend's wish and hoping against hope for a miracle. The weight of their helplessness pressed heavily on everyone, rendering them momentarily powerless in the face of this convoluted situation.

If only they could find a way—a sliver of hope amidst the chaos. But time slipped through their fingers like sand, and the urgency of the moment left little room for deliberation.

"SANEMI!"

Disregarding your objections, Sanemi unleashed a heart-rending war cry, swinging his Nichirin sword with all his might.

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