this was it. the final upper moon-- one final death-- and the demons had to start to disappear. the war was almost over.

and yet here they were, half the hashira dead, the other bruised and exhausted. Shinobu included.

she was barely able to get into a proper stance as she stared into the eyes of the demon before her. her legs were shaking, as well as her arms, hands-- nearly every part of her.

even though her knees buckled, she hadn't quite fallen.