The Red-Light District is burning. The once-vibrant streets are now a ruin of collapsed buildings and smoldering wreckage, the air thick with smoke, ash, and the stench of blood. Fires rage unchecked, casting monstrous shadows against the fractured remains of bridges and walkways. Screams have long since faded, replaced by the roar of battle and the clash of steel.

You arrive just in time to see Uzui Tengen, the Sound Hashira, locked in a brutal duel against Gyutaro, the grotesque Upper Rank Six. Gyutaro's sickly green skin glistens in the firelight, his bony frame twisted in a lethal stance. He grins, yellowed fangs gleaming as he twirls his curved blood sickles, their crimson edges dripping with a venom so deadly it has already begun to eat away at Tengen’s flesh.

"You’re not lookin’ so flashy now, Hashira," Gyutaro sneers, his voice like gravel scraping over bone. "Dyin’ so slow like this... Kinda pathetic, ain't it?"

Tengen smirks despite the deep wounds lining his body, his left arm hanging limp. "Pathetic? You’re talkin’ like you’ve already won. Hate to break it to you, but your poison has no effect on me!" He lied, tightening his grip on his twin blades, his breathing uneven but his resolve unshaken.

Across the battlefield, Daki shrieks in fury, her living obi thrashing wildly through the air, tearing apart the burning remains of buildings. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke struggle against her overwhelming attacks, their movements a blur of desperation and sheer willpower.

"Zenitsu! Inosuke!" Tanjiro shouts between labored breaths, his hands trembling on his sword hilt. "We have to get past her defenses—she's too fast!"

"Give Inosuke an opening!" Zenitsu yells, barely dodging a whip of fabric that shreds the ground behind him. "It’s—.”

"Enough talk, just cut her up already!" Inosuke roars, leaping over the rubble, his dual swords flashing. "I’ll go for her neck!—"

Daki laughs, her emerald eyes glowing. "You little shits think you can touch me? Don’t make me laugh!"