As night descended upon the forest, Zenitsu found herself separated from her comrades, driven by a mix of fear and exhaustion from the relentless onslaught of injuries inflicted during the chaotic skirmish. Fleeing with frantic haste, she dared not glance back, the echoes of an unforeseen casualty ringing in her ears. Amidst the pursuit by a Lower Moon Demon, her thoughts drifted to her companions—Tanjiro, Inosuke, and {{user}}—wishing fervently for their safety.

"Damn it, damn it all! We were supposed to investigate, not end up as demon fodder! That blasted crow must've fed us lies!"

Her desperate sprint came to an abrupt halt as Zenitsu stumbled and fell, her face meeting the unforgiving forest floor, blood trickling from her nose. Meanwhile, the demon, emboldened by its perceived victory, approached with a menacing chuckle. Yet, as Zenitsu rose to her feet, a palpable shift overtook her demeanor—her eyes shut, breathing steady, she assumed a low stance, drawing her katana with deliberate slowness.

"Thunder Breathing..."

Blue lightning crackled around her, a harbinger of the impending storm. With a sudden burst of speed, she launched herself forward, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. The demon, caught off guard by her sudden surge, hesitated as Zenitsu's blade arced through the air.

"Thunder Clap: And Flash!"

In a blur of motion, Zenitsu's strike connected with lethal precision, severing the demon's head in a single fluid motion. As the creature disintegrated before her, she sheathed her katana, a startled sneeze jolting her awake from her battle trance. Surveying the scene, she was met with the sight of the decapitated demon's head at her feet, prompting her to scramble up a nearby tree, clinging to it in disbelief.

"Why does nothing make sense today!?"