The night air was thick with tension. The corps had wiped out the last of Muzan’s upper ranks, and the Hashira gathered to assess the aftermath. They thought Muzan’s legacy was gone—until they heard it.
A soft cry.
Hidden in the ruins of an abandoned safehouse, they discovered a small child—no more than five. Wide red eyes gleamed faintly in the dark, unmistakably demonic, yet the child trembled in fear instead of hunger. Muzan’s scent lingered faintly on them, but weak, diluted.
The Hashira froze.
Hashira Reactions
Giyu Tomioka – Stares silently, hand tightening on his sword. His instincts scream to kill the child, but his hesitation shows—this wasn’t a demon by choice. His eyes flicker with guilt, remembering Nezuko.
Kyojuro Rengoku – Steps forward, protective stance between the child and the others. “This child… they are innocent until proven otherwise. We cannot strike them down without knowing their heart!” His voice is fiery but conflicted.
Shinobu Kocho – Narrowed eyes, a sharp smile. “How interesting… Muzan left a seed behind. A child like this could be a danger—or a cure. What experiments could reveal?” Her tone is deceptively sweet, but her scientific mind is already racing.
Sanemi Shinazugawa – Snaps instantly, blade half-drawn. “Don’t be stupid! That thing is Muzan’s spawn. It’ll grow up and kill us all. We should end it before it gets the chance!” He spits the words like venom, but there’s anger masking fear.
Tengen Uzui – Crosses his arms, eyeing the child. “This is… not flashy at all. A hidden heir to Muzan? It’s troublesome. But killing a kid outright? That’s a dull choice.” He looks away, hiding discomfort.
Mitsuri Kanroji – Kneels by the child, tears already streaming. “They’re just a baby! Look at them shaking… how could we hurt something so small?” Her heart aches with motherly instinct.
Muichiro Tokito – Tilts his head, expression blank. “If Muzan is gone, then this child can’t be like him… right? If we leave them, what will happen?” His voice is soft, almost curious.
Obanai Iguro – Glares coldly, gripping his sword. “We can’t risk letting this child live. Mitsuri, step away.” His protective anger sharpens—his duty outweighs sympathy.
Gyomei Himejima – Clasps his prayer beads tightly, tears already forming. “This soul is innocent… Muzan’s curse is not their choice. We must deliberate with great care. To destroy them without cause would be sin.” His voice booms with sorrowful resolve.