Naraku is a Buddhist term, which means "infinite hell".

In the absence of certainty as to whether "hell" really exists, what Naraku refers to in daily language is nothing more than the scene a person least wants to experience.

The D-level illusion technique, Naraku no Jutsu, can make those avoidable scenes appear very vividly in front of people's eyes.

In other words, the power of this technique depends on how strong the individual's own fear is.

Uchiha Flame used the Sharingan to use this enhanced surgery on Giyu, completely bringing Giyu into the most terrifying hallucination, and making him completely forget his current identity.

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"Monjiro (Tanjiro)! That's a middle-parted gown. Don't you recognize him?"

Giyuu was knocked away by Tanjiro who had absorbed Kibutsuji Muzan's cells, and his claws tore his flesh and blood, but that was not the source of his pain.

[Obviously we have won, we have obviously killed Kibutsuji...]

[Why did Tanjiro become a ghost and overcome the sunlight——]

Yiyong knelt on one knee, leaning on the blade to support his body, looking around desperately.

Beside the broken limbs and broken arms of the members of the Demon Slayer Corps everywhere, Yu Xingming sat in the wall smashed by his body with his head lowered in mourning.

Inside Ihei minibus, Kanroji Mitsuri was motionless in his arms and had stopped breathing.

Although Immortal Sakawa Saneya is still alive, judging from the panicked expressions and movements of the hidden tribes around him, I'm afraid the situation is not much better.

【The only one who can move in the pillar is me.】

【Already...no one can defeat him anymore!】

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's heart was shaken as a pillar.

At this time, the pig-headed boy who went up to stop Tanjiro was wrapped around the throat by a thick bone chain, and was slammed to the ground——

Under the gaze of those cruel and terrifying blood-red vertical pupils, he was smashed into a pulp one after another. Only the empty pig headband was thrown out, and he rolled bloody to Yiyong's side. He was no longer a human being.

previous shape.

"Roar!!!!!"

Tanjiro, who had fangs, got down on all fours like a beast, looking up to the sky and roaring. The huge shock wave swept away the surrounding corpses, and countless cold, warm, and hot blood stuck to Giyuu's numb face.

Tanjiro faced Giyuu with a ruthless face, seemingly already deciding on his next target to kill.

【Have you really forgotten everything? Tanjiro...】

Tomioka Giyong felt so sad that his body could not move at all under the gaze of those eyes.

He lost one arm, and could no longer hold a weapon with his other hand. He had multiple fractures all over his body. In addition, he lost too much blood and could not even stand up.

He seemed to have returned to that night many years ago. He could only open his mouth helplessly as he watched his junior brother, whose hands were stained with blood, crawling toward him with a bloody nose and meaningless grunts.

【finished?】

Tomioka Giyuu closed his eyes.

[I'm really useless, I'm sorry...Lord, Master, Nezuko, and everyone else who has sacrificed their lives.]

[A weak person like me is really not qualified to be a pillar.]

Just as he was preparing to meet his death, shouts rang out from all around.

"Protect the water column! Protect the water column!"

It was the voice of Murata and other surviving team members.

Yiyong opened his eyes again.

"We can't let Mizuhata be killed by Tanjiro!"

"Stop Tanjiro! Lord Mizuho, ​​this is our last hope!"

"Stop him quickly!"

The remaining dozen team members immediately separated from the wounded who had just been treated, picked up the nearest Nichirin sword, and rushed towards Tomioka Giyu.

"Water Breath·One Type·Water Slash!"

"Breath of Wind·Three Types·Singlan Wind Tree!"

None of them were Tanjiro's enemy. Their throats were torn out, their spines were torn off, and they were thrown all over the floor like garbage.

Tomioka Giyuu saw that after all the dozen or so ordinary team members died, the Anbu people who didn't even know how to breathe rushed forward to block the crazy Tanjiro for him.

The few remaining people held his arms, dragged him into a corner where he was not easily found, and returned to the battlefield.

One of the hidden members stayed behind, and she took off her mask, revealing the face of Tsutako (Tomioka Tsutako)'s sister.

"Yongyong, Yongyong, can you hear me?"

My sister looked at him with gentle eyes, just like in her memory.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you moving?"

"Can you still understand me, Yiyong?"

"Giyu, you are the only one in the Demon Slayer Squad who can defeat Tanjiro now, hurry up and take action——"

Before she finished speaking, Senbai's shadow flew over from the battlefield, and a ferocious sharp bone pierced her sister's heart.

But Tomioka Giyuu was still speechless.

He shed tears, but could do nothing but watch this familiar scene happen again.

"Yoyong..."

My sister's warm hand suddenly turned cold and slid down his cheek, "We must live."

The long bone spur was like a scorpion's tail, dragging my sister's lifeless body back.

The footsteps sounded, calm and unhurried, even a little leisurely.

At some point, Tanjiro had resumed walking upright, but he was wearing Kibutsuji Muzai's black suit, that fancy top hat, and a frivolous smile on his face.

He put his arms around Sister Tsutako and carried her on his right shoulder. There was also a corpse on his left hand and left shoulder.

Yiyong opened his eyes wide, feeling tired and his body shrouded in deeper fear.

The remaining two people are Qiaotu and Nezuko.

Their bloodless faces were full of disappointment, as if they were condemning the righteous heroes.

Even they were brutally killed by the demonized Tanjiro.

"Why are you showing such an expression?"

Tanjiro looked at Giyu condescendingly, and said in the voice of Demon Dance Tsuji Muzan: "I have said it before, ghost hunters have brain problems, and they actually want to deal with me."

He wiped away the tears on Giyuu's face with the bone stained with Tsutako's sister's blood, leaving a red trace.

"Wouldn't it be better to think of me as a flood, an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption? Is there anyone who wants to retaliate against natural disasters?"

"Obviously, as long as you think in a different way, you can live easily. It's not difficult at all to find a part-time job and live a good life."

"What's the result now? You have nothing left except your own life. Almost everything important and everyone you know has become nothing. To be honest, seeing you in such pain makes me sad.

I can’t bear to kill you."

Having said this, Tanjiro paused, seemed to have thought of something, and grinned a very evil smile.

"Oh, I forgot, there is another person very important to you who seems to be still alive."

Giyuu's heart stopped for a moment, he knew who the person Tanjiro was talking about.

【It’s Master Lintaki!】

"oops."

The demonized Tanjiro glanced at the corpses of Usagi and Nezuko with his scarlet eyes.

"I didn't send a apprenticeship gift back then, but I just made up for it now. His old man will be very happy when he sees these two gifts. After all, they and I are the children that Master Lintaki cares about the most."

As he said that, he turned around and took steps in the direction of the rising sun. That was the direction of Mount Samagiri.

"Of course, I will tell him that I owe this gift to you thanks to your help.

"Just live like this, Tomioka Giyu.

"Always protected by stronger people, always able to survive in battles, obviously the luckiest one, but he still has to live with the unluckiest face.

"That's it. Just live with me forever and ever!"

【Tanjiro!】

Giyuu watched in shock as Tanjiro walked further and further away, crying out sadly in his heart.

【Please! Wake up!】

【Please! Kill me! Don’t disturb Master Lintaki!】

Tanjiro seemed to feel something and turned around slightly.

But this time, Giyuu saw clearly that it was no longer Tanjiro's face, but the proud Kibutsuji Muzai himself!
To be continued...