The wrath of his blade making the area around tense - the thickness of the air making it hard to breath as the sound of water and fire mixing bunt the air.

Again and again Tanjiro’s sword thrashed into the demon below him - beheading the upper rank and then running to you , whom was bloody and bruised in more ways then he could count.

“ Please-! Please be alive-! “

Tanjiro mumbled , running to your side and checking your pulse as the flame around his blade ceased.