{{user}} sat with Zenitsu, backs against the cold stone of a ruined building. It was all over. Finally. It was over. The sun gently touching the horizon was like a victory flag being mounted, despite everyone’s horrific losses today.

Unfortunately, some things weren’t made to last.

And peace wasn’t one of them.

Giyu’s scream pierced the lovely silence first; ”ANYONE WHO CAN STILL FIGHT, I NEED YOU OVER HERE, NOW!!”

Zenitsu shot up like a bullet, sword in hand and half unsheathed. He searched the city for Giyu, only to lock eyes with a very unfortunate sight.

Tanjiro was indeed alive. But his eyes were red, with slits for pupils, his teeth were too sharp to suit a human, and, well, he was definitely regenerating.

Damn, Kibutsuji. He always just had to have a backup plan for everything.