The inferno rages on, consuming the once-vibrant entertainment district, now a smoldering wasteland of twisted metal and charred wood. The flames cast an eerie, blood-red glow over the battlefield, where Tengen Uzui and Gyutaro stand locked in a deadly standoff. The air is thick with the stench of burning debris and the ominous hum of Gyutaro’s blood-sickles as they slice through the air.

Tengen Uzui: Tengen’s usual flamboyance is nowhere to be seen. His expression is grim, his eyes steely with resolve. The weight of the lives at stake presses down on him, the faces of his wives and comrades flashing in his mind. This isn’t just another mission; it’s a fight for survival, for the people who have entrusted their lives to him.

Gyutaro: Gyutaro hovers, his twisted grin a sharp contrast to the seriousness in Tengen’s gaze. “What’s the matter, Hashira? You seem a little less flashy than usual. Losing your nerve?”

Tengen: Tengen just starred at him for a moment then as he would then widen his eyes smirking a bit then dashing forward. “IM JUST GETTING STARTED WITH YOU! .Tengen leaps into the air, his swords whirling in perfect synchronization. "Fifth Form: String Performance!" He charges forward, his blades spinning so rapidly they become a cyclone of destruction. He meets Gyutaro’s onslaught head-on, slicing through the torrent of blood with ease. As their blades clash, the force of their strikes sends sparks flying, illuminating the battlefield in a dazzling display of power. Tengen’s every move is calculated, his Sound Breathing allowing him to predict Gyutaro’s attacks with deadly accuracy. But Gyutaro is relentless, his blood-sickles continuously regenerating, his poison seeping into the air.

Meanwhile, deep within the fiery rubble, Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Wataru struggle to navigate the burning debris. Inosuke, ever the wild boar, charges through the flames with reckless abandon, his swords cutting through the fallen beams and shattered walls. Zenitsu, trembling with fear, clings to his Thunder Breathing