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Demon Slayer: Dragon Hashira#59: Tengen vs Gyutaro
🕑 Added 2025-11-07 13:37:40 +0000 UTCWHAM! WHAM!
Nezuko stomped relentlessly on the fallen Daki. The more she trampled, the more excited she became—a savage, demonic grin spreading across her face.
"You damn brat! Get off me!"
Obi sashes lashed out from behind, instantly severing Nezuko's limbs and head. Blood sprayed across Daki's face and body. She prepared to continue the assault when the severed limbs intercepted her attacks.
Shock flooded through her. Nezuko's severed parts weren't separating—blood held them together like crimson threads.
"They blocked me?? Using severed limbs?? No, the blood is holding them together! That's impossible..."
"Blood Demon Art: Exploding Blood!"
"AHHHHHH!!"
The blood coating Daki's body erupted into flames. These weren't ordinary flames—they specifically countered demons, searing her at a soul-deep level. Her face twisted beyond recognition. The burned areas refused to heal.
Meanwhile, Nezuko's body had already reconnected and regenerated completely.
WHAM!
This time, Nezuko drove Daki's head into the ground, then kicked her airborne. She flickered forward and kicked again, sending the demon crashing through multiple buildings.
"Huff... huff..." Nezuko approached Daki, panting heavily. The scene mirrored their earlier fight—except now the roles were reversed.
Then Nezuko spotted several courtesans inside a nearby building. One woman's arm was bleeding. The scent of blood triggered something primal. Hunger. The urge to consume human flesh overwhelmed her restraint. She charged toward the woman.
"Nezuko, NO!"
Tanjiro arrived just in time, jamming his sword's scabbard between her jaws—stopping her from making an irreversible mistake.
"Nezuko... resist! Control yourself!"
"GRAHHHH! GYAHHHHH!"
"I'm sorry, Nezuko... making you fight alone. It hurt, didn't it?? It was painful, wasn't it?? I'm sorry! But... it's okay now. I won't let you hurt anyone... sleep, Nezuko! Sleep and recover!"
"GYAHHHH! GRAHHHH!"
CRASH!
Nezuko—having lost all consciousness and reason—smashed through the ceiling with Tanjiro still clinging to her, taking them both to the second floor. The impact aggravated Tanjiro's already severe injuries.
But Tanjiro refused to let go. He believed Nezuko would regain control.
"Nezuko... please... sleep..."
"RAHHHH! GYAHHHHH!!"
Meanwhile, Daki emerged from the rubble. The burns from Nezuko's blood had disfigured her face grotesquely.
"You really outdid yourself! Using Blood Demon Arts—that weird technique that makes demons burn! And these wounds are taking forever to heal! This is pissing me off!" Daki snarled through gritted teeth.
'Damn it! There are civilians nearby... what do I do?? I have to protect them! But can I let go of Nezuko? No! What should I—'
Watching Daki prepare another obi assault, Tanjiro's mind raced desperately. But time had run out.
Suddenly, a figure blurred past. Tengen Uzui appeared before the Kamado siblings, looking down at them. "Well, well! Isn't this Kamado Nezuko? How flamboyantly demonic she's become!"
"Tengen-san..."
"You idiot! You made all those big promises in front of the Master, and now look at you—pathetic! I told you to protect your sister, not let her go full demon! When Kaidō finds out about this, how the hell are you going to explain it??"
"It's a Hashira! He came from that direction? Perfect—saves me the trouble of hunting you down!"
"Pipe down! I wasn't talking to you. Now flamboyantly get lost! You're not Upper Rank—you're way too weak! You're not who I'm looking for!"
"What kind of idiotic nonsense are you... huh?"
Before she finished, Daki dropped to her knees on the tatami, cradling her head—which had just rolled off her shoulders.
'She's been... beheaded! Did Tengen-san do that just now? Amazing!' Tanjiro's mind reeled.
"Hey, Tanjiro—the battle's not over! Figure out how to calm your sister down! Crying won't help on the battlefield. Sing her a lullaby or something."
THUD!
Nezuko's legs coiled and exploded, sending both siblings crashing through the window to the street below.
Nezuko had completely lost consciousness. Her eyes rolled back, unseeing. She couldn't hear Tanjiro's words anymore—only thrashed violently against his grip.
Tanjiro was at his wit's end when he remembered the lullaby his mother used to sing when he was small. He began humming the melody softly.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?? You beheaded me—I'm not letting that slide!"
"Huh? You're still yapping? I told you—I'm not looking for you! Flamboyantly go die in some corner where nobody has to see you!"
"How dare you! And you said I'm not Upper Rank, didn't you??"
"Because you're NOT Upper Rank! You're way too weak!"
"I AM Upper Rank Six!"
"Then why'd your head come off so easily? Pathetically weak! Did your brain leak out? Not flamboyant at all!"
"I HAVEN'T LOST! I am Upper Six! I'm Upper Rank! Maybe I'm only Six right now, but I'll get stronger!"
"Zero credibility whatsoever!"
Hearing this, tears welled up in Daki's eyes. She burst into hysterical sobs.
"(╥﹏╥) Waahhh... I really am Upper Six! I am! Lord Muzan gave me my number! I'm strong!"
'(⊙_⊙) Wait, seriously? She's bawling her eyes out?? No no no—why is she still making noise when her head's been severed but her body hasn't disappeared??' Sensing something wrong, Tengen immediately readied himself for combat. An ominous feeling crept over him.
"Die, die! Everyone here needs to die! Big Brother~!"
Answering Daki's cry, another figure emerged from behind her. Tengen swung both blades forward instantly.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion. But he didn't feel the resistance of striking flesh. Instead, Daki vanished from her spot, reappearing at a window.
A new demon had arrived. Shirtless, with black-green streaked hair—hunched over, skeletal frame covered in black spots across his face and body.
This was the true Upper Rank Six—Gyutaro.
"Crying won't help, you know, It's just a head~ Just stick it back on! My sister, you're a real idiot," Gyutaro's voice had an irritating drawl, every word dripping with twisted affection for his sibling.
'Beheading didn't kill her. Another demon emerged from behind?? His reaction speed is insane!' Tengen's thoughts raced.
CLANG!
SLASH!
Tengen swung both blades at the demon pair. But Gyutaro was faster—his blood sickles deflected the attack and carved a gash across Tengen's forehead. Blood poured down his face.
"You're pretty good~ You actually blocked my strike, And I was genuinely trying to kill you there,"
"You're so blessed, aren't you~ Such a handsome face. Perfect skin, Not a single blemish or scar, Solid build, Tall, too! I can never gain weight no matter how much I eat. I bet tons of women love you,"
"It's infuriating! Disgusting! Could you please die??"
Looking at Tengen, Gyutaro's jealousy erupted like wildfire. He clawed at his own flesh, as if killing Tengen would somehow cure his own misfortune.
"And those people who bullied my sister—I'll kill them too~ My sister's stupid and clumsy, but she always tries her best! My name is Gyutaro. I'm going to murder everyone here!"
With that, Gyutaro hurled both blood sickles at Tengen. They punched through the ceiling. Outside, Tanjiro—having just calmed Nezuko to sleep—saw the spinning weapons. Dread coiled in his gut.
'Those sickles are rotating back toward their wielder. Completely different from the obi attacks. A new demon?? I have to help Tengen-san!'
"YAHAHA! The mountain god Inosuke has arrived! Yo, kid—come rely flamboyantly on me! WAHAHA!"
"Inosuke! Zenitsu! Is Zenitsu asleep?"
"You two go help Tengen-san! Please! Sorry, but I need to put Nezuko back in her box first before I can help. Just give me a minute!"
"Here, take this. Do what you need to do. I'm going flamboyantly kick some ass!"
Inosuke had picked up Tengen's speech patterns, now throwing "flamboyant" into every other sentence.
"Thanks!"
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"You're so blessed, So jealous! You protect humans~ To them, you're a savior, right? They must be so grateful to you, so thankful,"
"Well, yeah. I'm a flamboyantly handsome guy with three wives!"
Gyutaro froze. Hearing about the three wives triggered something ugly inside him.
"You have THREE wives?? You're joking! Unforgivable!"
"Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Sickles!"
He swung both sickles, unleashing thin blade-like blood slashes—dozens of them.
Tengen couldn't deflect them all while protecting civilians. He pulled three small iron spheres from behind his back and hurled them at the ground.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The specialized gunpowder bombs detonated, creating massive explosions that could seriously damage demons.
"What the hell?? An explosion! He fell to the first floor!"
"You two—run! Find somewhere safe to hide!" Tengen shouted to the civilians he'd been shielding.
"Yes!" The man immediately grabbed the courtesan and fled.
"Don't think you're escaping, Turn, Flying Blood Sickles,"
The assault wasn't over. Gyutaro's Flying Blood Sickles carried lethal poison and could change trajectory according to his will. They wouldn't vanish until hitting their target.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Tengen's twin Nichirin blades clashed repeatedly with the blood weapons.
'Those demon siblings... even beheading the sister didn't kill her. So if I behead them both simultaneously, will they die? Is the brother the main body??'
'Either way, I've got no choice but to charge! Based on these sounds, there's nobody left around this building. In that case...'
He hurled three more bombs. They collided with his spinning blades, triggering an explosion that engulfed Gyutaro on the second floor.
