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@13org

Ah yes, I recall you were the one doing the most controlling of the NPCs at the Shrine, so it looks like you'll still be able to directly influence events where Ryoshu is now, even with Koshin now trapped by the Consort's dimensional barrier with everyone else that was on the roof. (Reason Hinotora was able to get out is Sakasachi blood stuff)

Anyhow, am curious about how the monks would take Hinotora's strong suggestions, given the situation. Realistically, they probably can't do much but die if they actually try and fight the Upper Moon directly, but they may be able to offer some kind of support to tilt the tides... assuming they don't want to just play the pure "asset denial" game to keep the demons from getting the Blue Spider Lillies.

Honestly though, Hinotora's proposal is based on the assumption that the Lillies are not that hard to find, and are -conversely- difficult to hide. They are flowers, after all, lol. Given the sheer value of them, however, destroying them would be a desperation move, which assumes that nothing good can possibly come from allowing them to be stolen. However, it could also be premature, as it assumes -in Hinotora's mind- that she can't stop the Upper Moon forever. And unless they can find a way to drive him off fast...?

Well, I'm setting up a new battle collab for this in the gdoc. It's the same "Kollab" one as before, just in a new tab marked "Paint, Fire and Wind", if you're interested in potentially contributing to it. :)
Rengoku Hinotora



From the Roof and back to the Daikaku Shrine...

The rooftop where the Sun Hashira and Demon Lord's duel had begun was starting to get a bit... crowded.

Firstly, the was the arrival of some jackass with a Korean accent. Hinotora wasn't sure if his misogynistic declaration that amounted to "get back in the kitchen" as intended for herself or the Mist Hashira (who she noted she'd yet to see since shortly after this fight started), but either way, she didn't bother dignifying his words with an actual response. Whether he was addressing herself or Kairi, giving up her concealment over some petty provocation would be stupid.

By all means, you "manly man", take the first shot at the motherfucking Demon Lord. Please. I truly do insist, she thought sardonically. In this situation, she could appreciate all the backup they could get, so she would choose not to ask questions about the stranger's arrival. However, she didn't think she'd shed a tear if he was the "one to die" from Takaya's prophesy.

Then, the head of Daikaku Shrine arrived. Hinotora hadn't really seen much of what he could do, but she expected he was probably pretty strong if he was squaring up with a Demon Lord without hesitation. So, for now, she consider him more an asset than a liability and assume he could handle himself.

And then, considering that the Mist Hashira was likely lurking somewhere waiting for a chance to strike from the shadows as well, that swelled their numbers to a grand total of 5 to the demon's 1... A lone demon that had, as far as she was aware, quite historically never fallen to such numbers before.

Hahah... we are going to get our asses kicked, aren't we?

Realistically, it wasn't a very funny situation at all, but she still found herself laughing humorlessly on the inside. Still, Hinotora braced herself for the inevitable, watching intently, as the clearly furious Demon Lord looked around wildly at the opposition arrayed against him... before most ominously calming down. The maddened aura of demonic power around him receded in a rush of cracking flesh. Hinotora's eyes widened, as he scattered out a handful of roses in all directions.

Shit.

Hinotora released her grip on the still hot and slightly melty roof edge, dropping down to land nimbly upon the window ledge of the floor below a moment before a flood of pink mist billowed over the edges of the rooftop. Glancing upward, she was in just the right position to see the Demon Lord practically catapult from the mist in a flying leap, a fresh wound on his chest trickling blood.

He's.... actually running?!

Her eyes widened further, as she saw the way the Demon Lord landed, legs shattering and reassembling in moments, daunting him not a bit in his continued rush.

No... not running.

A chill of dread crawled down her spine, as she saw quite clearly from her position the Demon Lord's path... directly back towards the Daikaku Shrine.

He's focusing on his true goal here!

Gritting her teeth, Hinotora inhaled sharply, deeply, the fire in her chest swelling, as she took off in a flying leap, explosive strength rushing through her legs in a way that made them ache.

Third Phoenix Form: Fire Bird's Spirit!

For a moment, however, she felt a strange sensation. A moment after she leapt, it was as if her skin was crawling, a shudder running through her form so violently that it felt like every cell was protesting. For a moment, she almost imagined she had smacked face-first into a body of molasses... only to pass through the film and land atop an adjacent shorter rooftop unaccosted.

A gasp heaved from her chest, as she landed with a stumble, fingers twitching with a sensation of pins and needles crawling across her skin. Another steadying breath of Phoenix Breathing's Form 1 stilled most of the discomfort, but the alien sensation continued to tingle in her memory.

What... what in the fuck was that?

Snapping her head back towards the building she'd just leaped away from, Hinotora couldn't see the rooftop now, not at this angle, nor through the fading cloud of pink mist. However, a sensation of wrongness was shivering through her.

Where...? What happened to everyone else? There were... They were... Shouldn't they already be in pursuit?

She glanced back in the direction of the Shrine, a part of her hoping to see the Hashira already ahead of her. Heck, even that Korean jackass that had decided to butt in. But no, the only person in sight that was heading towards the Shrine was still the Demon Lord. Nobody else was in pursuit... and she didn't know why!

Was it that weird feeling I just had a second ago? Are they all... trapped? No...

An echo of Takaya's prophesy rippled through her mind...

"Kaw-caw! Police will capture y'all, only one shall escape!"

"Shit... Shit... Shit fuck motherfucking bitch!" Hinotora hissed, forcing herself to keep her breathing steady, to clear out the arches in her body, even as veins of furious frustration and understanding bulged on her face.

Without a moment left to hesitate or reconsider, she moved. Propelling herself off the roof in a hurtle, the world blurring around her, she abandoned stealth entirely for pure speed, letting the fire roar in her veins. She drew deep breaths in preparation, filling her cells with life-giving oxygen, packing away a trickling reserve of strength, as she dedicated the majority to speed and reinforcing her body enough to not tear itself apart.

She had to close the distance, to catch up to the Demon Lord, to foil whatever their plot was...

All the while, her thoughts were flying, the prophesy's words continuing to flow...

"After the Master he is, Blue Spider Lily as well."

Damnit! Damm, damnity damn!

Takaya was back at the Shrine's vicinity, wasn't he? The same Shrine that was responsible for growing Blue Spider Lillies?! The Demon Lord's assault hadn't been to avoid the toxicly anti-demon defenses of the Shrine... No, it had been to lure the Shrine's defenders away, so the Demon Lord could enter without resistance!

That was some kind of Blood Demon Art barrier, wasn't it?! Hinotora recalled the sensation she had run into before. Nobody else is in pursuit, because they can't pursue! And yet, somehow, she had been the only one able to pass through the barrier's boundary...?

"-only one shall escape!"

"Fuck!" Hinotora hissed, her breath escaping her lips in goats of steam now.

Her mind was whirling, desperate for options, but the reality of what lay before her was unchanging. The Shrine had been emptied of nearly all the defenders capable of competing with a Demon Lord. Sure, the monks were probably plenty skilled in their own rights, but Hinotora had no doubt in her mind that they would be slaughtered to the last even with the Demon Lord hindered by the environment. She recalled records of the last war's conclusion...

This motherfucker is going to pull a Muzan and just stroll right on in, regenerating straight through any damage he takes!

And the only ones left to face that Demon Lord, an Upper Moon tier foe with fewer weaknesses than the prior generation, in the dead of night, was herself and the retired and still permanently injured Wind Hashira. That was all they had, against a foe that had slaughtered who even knew how many Slayers in the past, Hashira or not. Even if they took advantage of his regeneration hopefully being hampered by the Shrine's environment...

"Death upon someone tonight! Bells are ringing it is."

Hinotora had not witnessed what happened atop the rooftop after Ryoshu's retreat, and so, she was entirely unaware of the peril both Takaya and Ryunosuke were truly in. In fact, it didn't even occur to her that the Sun Hashira, who Takaya had instructed her to protect, could possibly be in greater danger than the Shrine was. Not in the now absence of the Demon Lord. Not with the presumed protection of at least one other Hashira and other Slayers of competitive strength. She had no way to know that the BDA barrier deployed was the work of a Demon Consort, a being that could threaten even such a gathering of strength nearly as much as any Demon Lord.

The only concern in Hinotora's mind now was the protection of the Blue Spider Lillies. More than any single Slayer's life, those flowers held value in the eyes of the DSC. She only knew a little about them, but what she did know told her that the demons must not be allowed to have them. No matter the cost. For the sake of those flowers and the preservation of the critical supply line that the Daikaku Shrine represented as a whole, the Demon Lord must be stopped in his tracks. Whatever it took. She had no way to know for sure what would be lost and what would be saved, but the line in the sand needed to be drawn nonetheless.

"Fortune! Fortune! Pyrrhic victory it is!"

Even if she ended up the only one left to draw it.

She had no way to know that victory was already pyrrhic.

Hinotora had no way to know that it might only be just the start.


The Demon Lord was passing through the gates of the Daikaku Shrine now, and a mist billowed off his form, the nichirin construction of the structure and the air of flowering wisteria burning at his cells enough to inconvenience at worst. Indeed, it seemed the dreadful truth was confirmed. For this Demon Lord, one of this era's Upper Moons, his regeneration was far too powerful to be stopped by something like that.

If the Demon Lord had been forced to contend with a full group of Hashiras at the same time, then it might have been a reliable hinderance, but now that his scheme had clearly borne fruit and removed all the truly able defenders from the premises, those that remained might as well have been no better than wheat before a scythe.

The monks made a valiant effort, but it was entirely for naught. If they got in the Demon Lord's way, they died, plain and simple, brutally so even. And Hinotora had no doubt that if allowed to run rampant, the Demon Lord would slaughter the entire compound to the last man. The entire sect would be exterminated, and without the Shrine's caretakers, the Shrine itself would likely collapse as an institution capable of supporting the Demon Slayer Core.



I don't know if anyone else will even be coming, but no matter what...

Her focus narrowed, as she plotted her route, the world blurring around her.

It's my duty to hold the line. Even if it's the last thing I do.

A deep inhale flooded her body with revitalizing energy, her breath coming easier with a fresh surge of oxygen. The burn of her muscles straining was replaced instead by the burn of tensed, gathering strength.

Burn... Burn my fiery spirit! Even if your body dies, rage against the dying light!

Her left foot came down on the edge of the rooftop nearest to the Daikaku Shrine's boundaries with a thundercrack. Muscles flexed so hard they threatened to snap her own bones, even as a portion of her breath flowed into those same bones to reinforce them and seal the already forming microfractures. Her entire body tensed like a loaded spring, fire roaring through her cells in a storm of released energy, as steam and licks of flame escaped from between her lips.

Become the Firebird that rises from its ashes! Give it everything and then go beyond!

She pushed Pheonix Breathing further than she'd ever dared to before, until the inside of her body felt like a sauna, until it felt like her blood was on the edge of boiling, till even her sweat turned to steam. She pushed until her eyes itched, growing dry from her own heat.

Before you is a Demon Lord, an Ultimate Evil, so become the Light of Justice needed to strike! Him! DOWN!

"Pheonix Breathing - Third Form-!" She hissed under her breath, nearly choking the words out with the effort of keeping her breathing Forms steady, as she raised her blade high. "-Meets Fire Breathing - Fifth Form-!"

"-FLAME TIGER!"

The rooftop underfoot cratered, the edge shattering to pieces from the force with which Hinotora kicked off. She angled herself carefully in her leap, as a flaming corona burst into existence around her with a yowling roar, taking the form of a tiger that nearly blurred into a streak of light with the way she shot through the air like a small comet.

Despite leaping from a height that might normally be a bit dangerous, she wasn't concerned. The angle of her trajectory was carefully aligned to carry her just over the top of the Daikaku Shrine's walls at speed, and once she reached ground level, she would be in a position to transfer safely into some kind of slide or roll.

And it was with that resolution that Hinotora finally engaged with Blood Moon Upper 4.


The Stand at Daikaku Shrine...
@TimelessParagon

The Slayer entered like a howling meteor, a flaming streak of motion that ripped through the air, just barely clearing the top of the Daikaku Shrine's walls on a direct course for the Demon Lord. There was a certain irony in her approach perhaps, that she might launch herself almost akin to an arrow loosed from a bow towards the demon archer, as she leveled her first strike towards his neck. A blistering howl of heat followed the motion, the flaming tiger surrounding her body yowling its fury with the opening attempt at decapitation.

Of course, Hinotora knew all too well that even if she managed to behead the Demon Lord, that would only inconvenience him at worst. And that was why it was only the first of the Fifth Form's multiple strikes that she launched at him. As a distraction and interruption of his pace.

For indeed, Hinotora's momentum did not put her on a direct crash-course with the Demon Lord, but instead angled her for a gloried drive-by-shooting. With a sword.

Hurtling right past Ryoshu in the same motion, she was already bending her knees to transition into a slide across the ground, the flaming tiger curling around her in a flaming cloak, burning away at whatever mist the Demon Lord might have already unleashed anew, as the tiger's claws lashed out and reduced nearby demonic plants to ash, acting in defense of whatever monks could still be saved.

Hinotora came to a sliding stop, the flaming tiger fading away into embers, as she exhaled a gout of steam so thick it sounded more like a wheeze. Steam billowed off her body, her sweat continuing to flow and evaporate as fast as it could leave her skin. Blinking quickly, she increased the flow of water to her eyes, clearing the bout of itchy blurriness from them, as she continued to inhale and exhale deeply, raising her blade up before her in a defensive guard.

"That... I think..." she hissed quietly, chest heaving with every word, as her Breathing Forms worked overtime to wash away the aches wracking her form, "is about as far as you go, Demon Lord..."

Without taking her eyes off the Demon Lord for a single moment, Hinotora said firmly to the monks still alive in the vicinity, "Go. Now. This fight is beyond any of you!" She grit her teeth, steam and licks of flame continuing to hiss from between dry lips. "The Demon Lord is after the Blue Spider Lillies! Takaya's prophesy decreed it! So, run! Hide what you can, and destroy what you cannot! Hurry! What is lost can be replanted later, but the demons must not be allowed to have that flower! By any means necessary!"

Eyes narrowed at the foe before her, Hinotora sucked in another steadying breath, the trembling of her body finally starting to fade a bit, as she tightened her grip on her sword.

"I will hold the line and buy you time... for as long as I can."
@Lewascan2

I did take some creative liberties writing the post, but my thought process was that, having an abundance of wisteria flowers, it shouldn't be that hard to use them to make an antidote to any BDA that 'infects' or 'poisons'. Direct wounds are another story though LOL


And they were some very helpful liberties too, heheh. Because it reminded me that "oh, duh, the monks aren't exactly helpless here and are basically sitting on a treasure hoard of rare Demon Slaying materials", which then reminded me that "wait a second, Hinotora is a doctor that works with the Butterfly Mansion and knows how to use those materials!"

Hence her most recent post having her play team loot goblin over the wisteria flowers and basically pulling the equivalent of a chipmunk stuffing its cheeks before taking off. XD
Rengoku Hinotora



At the Daikaku Shrine...
@13org

The timely arrival of Daikaku Koshin (and she suddenly realized he had the same surname as the Shrine's namesake; coincidence?) made Hinotora let out a small sigh of relief, as she nodded and passed the barrier demon over into his care.

Straightening up, as Koshin unsheathed his blade and began tending to the demon with a donation of his blood, Hinotora nodded, offering a lopsided smile. "Thanks for the initiative. I'd have offered some of my own blood, but I'm actually kinda poisonous to demons, so..." Shrugging, she offered a final nod and half-turned to go. "Wish me luck, heh... We're all going to need it. Oh, and uh... sorry about the trees."

And then the fire in her veins was surging through her limbs anew again, sending Hinotora catapulting up onto the wall of the Shrine.

Jogging lightly atop the wall with deceptive relaxation, Hinotora took a moment of relative pause to consider the task before her. The opposition, her assets, the feasibility of her goals, even the damn prophesy. She weighed every factor with a focus more intense than she felt she'd ever regarded anything in her life before.

An Upper Moon was not to be trifled with lightly. The Muzan generation of them had remained largely untouched until the advent of the Demon Slayer Marks, and while -yes- those made a difference, they weren't necessarily a guarantee. Especially given that the post-Muzan Uppers had gained the ability to not die when they were beheaded, making one of the only reliable ways to kill them to wait till sunrise. And in all the time they had existed, despite the presence of Muzan veterans -what few there were- none of the new generation Upper Moons had ever been slain.

Ridiculous.

But that wasn't all of it. That couldn't be all of it. Hinotora knew it well enough. Or at the least, she had strong suspicions. Sunlight wasn't the only way to kill the Upper Ranks. The evidence was backed historically, from records of the legendary events of the Muzan era's conclusion, and far more importantly... the evidence was right before her in how this Upper Moon had approached attacking the Daikaku Shrine despite being ostensibly invincible...

I don't know if it will let me kill him, but it might be just the right x-factor to ensure we all survive... His behavior shouts it loud and clear: wisteria still works on Upper Moons...

Leaping into the boughs of one of the many wisteria trees lining the Daikaku Shrine's courtyard, Hinotora's blade flashed with a silent apology to the Shine's landscaper, severing numerous bundles of the anti-demon plant, as she swiftly packed away the flowers into the many large pockets of her coat, both outward and inward. A few more sprigs were slipped into her beltline, with the twigs lain flat and hidden against the sides and back of her waist, and even more leaves were shoved down her neckline and stuffed into her bra. Itchy? Yes. But also secure.

It won't hide the smell for long once I get close, but having them out of sight should give me the element of surprise. With how much the Shrine's wisteria trees must "stink" even from the distance that demon is attacking from, it should cover my approach to some degree.

Finally taking off in a fresh vault, Hinotora left the Daikaku Shrine's walls for what she hoped wouldn't end up being the last time, sprinting as fast as she could in the direction Ryunosuke had left.



Towards the Heavenly King...
@Digmata@JrVader@TimelessParagon

Shoes pounded against roof tiles in a clatter of quiet thunder, as Hinotora blurred over the rooftops, her blood-red coat billowing behind her with a flutter in the night. It wasn't completely dark out, thanks in great part to the lighting of many streetlights and buildings, so she thankfully had no issue navigating without needing to call up some flames.

At least externally.

Internally was an entirely other matter.

Ions ground against cell membranes in hastened process, lighting nerves up like live wires. Steam hissed from every exhale, as her limbs pumped like pistons, a machine of muscle and bone propelled like a living rocket with each breath. Microfractures in bones sprouted from the stress of her inhuman movements, only to be swiftly sealed and cemented stronger than before, inch by inch, microbe by microbe, even now creating sustained lasting improvements in her physicality in ways a normal human never could have. Flame surged through her limbs in tandem with her thundering pulse in a constant internal roar, suffusing flesh and bone with strength, pushing them to the limits of their performance and then a touch beyond, even as Recovery Breathing sent her body's healing processes into hyperdrive.

This was the basis of the Phoenix Style, of the Style of Survival and Ascension.

Even regular Total Concentration and Recovery Breathing didn't fully capture the depth of what Hinotora had developed her Style to do. In the end, the Phoenix Style was predicated upon one critical supposition: that humans and demons weren't so different. In fact, a demon was -in the end- just a mutated human. In which case... shouldn't it be possible to drag up a demon's potential even in a regular human body?

That was what Hinotora was eager to find out. That was what she was eager to discover in her quest to push her body irrevocably past the limits of what so many had long considered to be "human", millimeter by millimeter, like an extreme form of all-encompassing hyper-accelerated exercise. With the Phoenix Style, she could reach peaks thought impossible, levels of strength that let her compete with a Hashira, official rank or not. And now, she was about to test the fruit of her labors against the ultimate trial by fire, the veritable peak of power in this world and the benchmark that would finally prove to her whether or not she was as strong as she hoped she was.

Remember not to forget though... She shook her head, taking a steadying breath, as she caught the edge of a roof with one hand and redirected her momentum to send her slide atop another. Your job here isn't to actually try and kill an Upper Moon. Just driving him off is more than enough. What is absolutely critical, however, is that the Sun Hashira survives. Before anything else, that was Takaya's directive...

Scowling to herself, Hinotora briefly entertained the selfish thought of letting Sunbutt's fate land where it may, but the practical part of her dismissed the foolish consideration. Unless it came down to a matter of her life or his, she wouldn't just hang him out to dry.

Besides, unless he's already down for the count by the time I get there, realistically speaking, I'm probably going to need his help to truly pressure the Upper Fucker. The wisteria I grabbed will surely be helpful, no doubt, but odds are good it will be an equalizer at best. All I have is the unrefined raw plant on me, and while that's still effective, it's nothing compared to a true lab-prepared poison. Speaking of which...

Hinotora's right eye twitched, as she got within a block of the building where Ryunosuke was fighting the Upper Moon.

Note to fucking self: start bringing some damn poisons after today! Holy shit, girl, you work in the damn Butterfly Mansion; how and why did you procrastinate on this?! And while you're at it, have a proper poison-dispensing sheathe for your sword made!

A violent explosion ripped her from her thoughts, as the rooftop ahead was rocked by an eruption of activity. Hinotora's eyes widened, as a shockwave of noise and pressure slammed into the surroundings, shattering windows with a deafening cacophony and making her own ears ring and whine moment before Phoenix Form 2 smoothed over the damage. All the while, a hail of shrapnel blasted outward, dealing property damage and likely death to any it struck.

"Fourth Flame Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!" Hinotora hissed, narrowing her profile with a spinning leap, as she twisted her blade into a coiling spin, drilling through a section of the shrapnel wave in a burst and landing back on her feet in a roll. Coming out of the movement in a jog, her eyes narrowed, as a forest of deadly stakes erupted like a wrathful alien maw atop her intended destination.

Unwilling to be daunted so easily, she didn't let the surprise slow her pace nor put a hitch in her breath, as she made one last leap to cross the distance between the shorter building she was on and the side of the taller one where Ryunosuke and the Upper Moon resided. The moment she arrived, she was launching upwards, practically running up the side of the taller building, as her feet used each window ledge as a foothold for her vertical sprint.

All the while, her keen hearing could pick it up more clearly the closer she approached, the cold, wrathful fury of the demon lord, spitting out a rant of such vitriol and strangely personal offense that it made Hinotora want to roll her eyes as much as it gave her chills down her spine.

Good gods, Sunbutt, how in the hell did you piss him off this hard this fast?!

A final lunge took her high enough to deftly grasp the edge of the roof with one hand and haul herself up. Not high enough to actually climb up entirely, but rather just enough to peak her gaze over the edge and observe the state of the battle. In this way, she was left hanging from the roof by one hand, whilst the other still clutched her sword, her body coiled like a spring, ready to act but not yet sure where best to insert herself.

In the face of an opponent of a class she'd heard so many ominous things about, her earlier enthusiasm was not necessarily doused, but it was most definitely tempered by a far more rational caution. After all, whilst her prior experience with the Upper Moon's Blood Demon Art had been promising, that was no excuse to get cocky and assume she'd seen all his tricks. Better to let this unfold out a bit longer until either the demon had played his hand further or Ryunosuke's demise was obviously imminent.

Let's see what you've got, Sun Hashira... Upper Moon... Show me the realm of the Strongest...

Show me, right here and now, what I need to surpass to reach the peak...
@13org

Great stuff from Koshin! The fact that he picked up on what Hinotora was putting down so quickly should make it a lot easier for her to get to following her personal marching orders from Takaya a lot more swiftly. :D

It'll be interesting to see if the Daikaku Temple's resources do anything appreciable to counter Ryoshu's Blood Demon Art infection. The results of that may end up being fairly important and swiftly relevant if any characters other than Hinotora get infected, since she seems to be the only one with a reliable answer beyond not getting hit at all.
Rengoku Hinotora



En route to the Daikaku Shrine...

The soothing scent of green tea filled the air inside the limousine with what should have been an aura of relaxation, and yet... Hinotora didn't feel very relaxed at all. Sitting amongst at least three Hashira-class members of the Demon Slayer Corps along with the snoozing leader of the entire Tokyo Branch, she found herself tense enough to have to focus on her breathing to stay calm.

Click-shink. Fhwish. Shoo. Fhwish. Shoo.

She didn't let it show on her face, but her unease was written large by the way she toyed with the flame of the lighter in her hand. Rather than tapping her foot, Hinotora "fidgeted" by being productive, as the lighter's flame flickered, swelling and waning in size in time with her breathing.

Really, this arrangement wasn't too unusual. As the Tsuguko of the Dragon Hashira, she'd attended at least a couple meetings of this caliber before. And even though Jae-jiji was rather casual about the whole arrangement, there were still some minimal standards they were both expected to meet. But even so...

Even though this was ostensibly supposed to be a standard high-security pickup for critical demon slaying supplies, something felt different. On paper, Hinotora knew this was important, important enough that the entire matter had been referred to as immensely confidential, but to have Takaya personally involved?

Is this normal, to have this many high-profile figures involved in this? she wondered internally. It was her first time being involved in this process, so she honestly wasn't sure. Even though she'd handled many of those selfsame rare materials at some point in the Butterfly Mansion, she'd never been shown where they were sourced from before.

Privileges of being a Tsuguko now, I guess...

Shaking her head, Hinotora was prepared to dismiss her concerns as paranoia, when the sleeping Takuya's Raven abruptly broke the silence with a dreadful announcement.

Hinotora felt a chill crawl up her spine, as the Raven announced the true reason for such a gathering of powerful figures. A prediction. Worse, an official Prophesy. A foretelling of an ambush, of a massacre, of an inevitable conflict with the motherfucking Upper Moon 4. And though the Prophesy foretold victory, it also predicted a pyrrhic one.

The police would get involved? People would be captured? What about the delivery of critical supplies? Was the Daikaku Shrine about to be compromised?! A pyrrhic victory could mean far too many things for comfort. Literally anything was on the table. Would they kill the Upper Moon but lose the Shrine? Or would they save the Shrine but allow the Upper Moon to escape to try again? There were too many unknowns, and also...

Shink.

Hinotora's eyes hardened, as she closed the lighter in her hand with finality.

Capture was unacceptable. If the police -and thus the demons- managed to capture "all but one" here, they would have dealt a colossal blow to the core of the Tokyo's Demon Slayers. Who would escape? A Hashira? Takaya? Herself? Prophesy or no prophesy... that could not be allowed to happen. With that in mind, even with so precious little time to come up with a strategy to deal with an unfamiliar foe in an unfamiliar battlefield...

I don't care how absolute those prophesies are, I'll find a way through...


Shortly before the bloodbath...

Hinotora was somewhat surprised to have Takaya approach her more clandestinely with special orders. She had to withhold a grimace at the need to protect that fuckwad Sun Hashira, but even so, she withheld her distaste and nodded in acknowledgement... even if confusion swirled inside her at what Takaya said next.

Muragarasu? Fucking Keodis? And Onsen?! What?! Those factors on their own already might have been concerning, but the volatile Water Hashira's involvement in the situation made the whole thing dangerously explosive. But more importantly...

After she was done? Was Takaya saying that she was the one that was going to escape police capture? That was... Considering how she might approach things, Hinotora couldn't say that didn't make sense, but she was a bit confused. If everyone else got captured, who exactly was she supposed to bring with her to the Onsen afterwards to defuse the Guen bomb? Was Takaya saying that his prophesy would actually be wrong?

Did he... lie about parts of it to manipulate the other participants? Is this underhanded OPSEC? Is he lying to me right now even in order to push me down a specific path? Is the prophesy itself misleading? Hearing it back then, it would sound like we'd get captured at the Shrine... but what if I'm actually leading the survivors into a trap at the Onsen? Surely, Takaya would know that though, right? Even at his most extreme, he wouldn't just toss us blindly to the slaughter, right?

Too many unknowns. Honestly, she really hated the concept of prophesies. Of the Fated. Of the Inevitable.

Fuck that shit. I'll make my own destiny, damn it!

Instead of voicing all those uneasy questions, however...

"If that's what you desire, Ubuyashiki-sama," Hinotora simply nodded, lips pursing. "I'll do my best to see as many of us survive as possible."

Worrying about what happened after the Shrine battle could wait. After all, nothing was truly certain, right? For now, Hinotora decided she had to focus on surviving. She was about to get involved with a clash with an Upper Moon, after all. Even more dangerously, she was being asked to most likely intervene very directly, given where she suspected the Sun Hashira would most likely get himself in trouble.

I'm being asked to potentially go head-to-head with an Upper Moon, even if only briefly. Can I do it? I've never even encountered a Lower Moon Consort, but my training with Jae-jiji seems to imply promising things. Yet... what does that matter? No post-Muzan Upper Moon has ever been slain, even with multiple Hashira against them. If I do this...

Hinotora's eyes hardened, as she steadied her resolve and grinned, feeling her body thrum with each breath.

Screw that. I'll survive. No matter what it takes, I'll do what needs to be done and make it out. So, I'm being faced with an Upper Moon? So what. I'm the motherfucking Phoenix Breather, damn it! It would be pretty embarrassing if I died to something like this, wouldn't it?!


Present day...
As soon as the sentry's dying cry split the air, Hinotora was moving.

Third Phoenix Form: Fire Bird's Spirit...

Heat roared through her limbs like wildfire, sharpening her senses like a razor and sending strength surging through her bones, as she whirled around, coat whipping with the motion, and drew her longsword in the same flash of motion.

Wide eyes quickly catalogued the jerk of falling bodies, the way foliage began to sprout in bloody displays. She saw them flicker through the air, arrows that were near impossibly thin, carrying ridiculous force for their size, as they stuck in targets rather than penetrating straight through them. Other arrows were aimed not at specific targets but at areas, as they exploded in-

Shit!

A swarm of petal-shaped flesh shrapnel roared in from all sides, accompanied by a billowing ominous pink mist. Hinotora's eyes flashed around, seeing the Hashira deftly defend themselves, but... what about Takaya?!

Lunging for Takaya's position, Hinotora fell back on old basics and added her efforts as supplementation to Kenzo’s.

"Fourth Flame Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!" she bellowed, her sword igniting in a burning spiral, as Hinotora twisted around Takaya's body, trailing a curtain of billowing fire that crashed into the incoming mist and petals and burnt them to cinders before they could reach the Tokyo Oyakata. Finishing her motion with her body placed defensively between Takaya and the direction of the "arrows", she then shouted, "Get out of sight quickly, Takaya-sama! I'll cover you!"

Thankfully, Takaya seemed to have indeed prepared for this, as he moved with surety towards what Hinotora suspected was a planned destination, given his Clairvoyance. The Tsugoku accompanied him until she was sure he was out of an open line of fire, before swiftly returning to the fray.

"Fourth Flame Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!"

Charging into the mist and deadly petals, Hinotora leaped overhead and wove between scrambling monks, trailing flames with another use of the Flame Style, as she did her best to burn away the mist and petals before they could reach whatever victims the former Wind Hashira’s own impressive defense wasn’t quite able to cover.

Between breaths, however, one arrow landed and exploded far too close for comfort, pink mist flooding over Hinotora's position with the sickly scent of blood, as she twisted in a whirling flip to evade the storm of sharp, cutting petals that lanced out towards her. A prick at her right wrist made her eyes narrow, as she felt her lungs protest at inhaling the mist.

Immediately, as hyper-aware of her body as her Phoenix Style made her, Hinotora detected the nature of the demon's attack. It worked fast, terrifyingly so, a poison entering her bloodstream with each inhalation, bristling with infectious menace. But far more concerning, however, was the actual wound she had taken.

As with the monks being attacked around her, she could see the wound begin to spout flora, as tiny wildflowers began to grow on her skin, spreading out from the point of infection. Looking around at those less lucky than her, Hinotora could already see many being twisted irrevocably, locked in a state of horrified agony, as they were transformed into plants inch by inevitable inch.

What a terrifying Blood Demon Art... So, this is what the prophesy must have meant by "Art"... How ugly.

"First Phoenix Form: Furnace Breathing! Second Phoenix Form: Flaming Rebirth!"

As she leapt out of the worst of the mist regardless, Hinotora focused on her breathing, stoking the flame burning in every cell of her body, as she sent a blast of cleansing heat rushing through her veins. The wound on her wrist sputtered, a burst of golden fire leaping from her flesh and incinerating the flowers blooming from her skin, the blood in the wound coagulating in a searing crackle, as it began to quickly heal over. All the while, the poison in her veins was flushed out in a flash, either burned up by her internal fire or absorbed by her Sakasachi blood.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hinotora centered herself, before diving back into the fray. A greater sense of confidence surged through her as well at having survived that. Honestly, if she had been any less proficient... Well, she wasn't sure even most of the Hashira here could have survived infection without amputating the infected area outright.

Is this why Takaya-sama assigned me to protect Ryunosuke? Because my Phoenix Style makes me one of the only people that can get close enough to help him and get out alive? That... is a lot of pressure. Speaking of which...

Her eyes barely caught the flicker of his movement, as the Sun Hashira blasted away in a blur of fire and fury, impacting a distant rooftop with a thunderclap. Immediately, the rain of demon arrows halted, as the Hashira clearly engaged the Upper Moon in close combat. Hinotora's eyes widened.

"Holy shit, I'm supposed to catch up to that?" she muttered incredulously under her breath. Eye twitching, she cast her gaze around at the wounded and dying, remembering Takuya's orders.

You can't save everyone, huh...

Grip tightening on her sword, Hinotora rushed towards the front gate.

Time was of the essence, and as much as she disliked him, the Sun Hashira was a critical asset. Allowing him to die would be a massive blow, both in hard power and morale, especially so soon after the last Moon Hashira's death. But even so, even if she didn't have time to stay back and help everyone...

There's something I can still do to save the most people possible.

In a flicker of movement, Hinotora was outside, eyes scanning until she located the allied demons Takaya had brought along and more specifically...

"Hey! Hold still!" she called, as she rushed up to the demon responsible for the barrier, flames beginning to flicker around her body. "This is going to hurt like fuck, but we need you in action, so sorry in advance!"

"Fifth Flame Form: Flame Tiger!"

Raising her sword into a high guard, Hinotora lunged at the barrier demon, flames exploding off her body in a burning corona shaped like a tiger. Her searing blade lanced into infected flesh in a multitude of slashes, sending scorching heat blasting into the demon's body, burning out the poison swimming in his veins and incinerating the arrows pinning him against the wall. Unfortunately, this obviously left the now mangled demon in a state best described as "crispy", but Hinotora didn't really have any better options.

Catching the allied demon's body before he could fully fall, Hinotora tossed him over her shoulder and blurred into motion, running towards the other side of the shrine. "Hey, somebody come guard this guy! I got the barrier demon! Also, if anybody has some blood or a spare limb to offer, he might need a pick me up to regenerate!" To the demon she was actually carrying, as she finally set him down on the other side of the compound, she smiled apologetically. "Again, seriously, you have my utmost apologies, but we need you -if at all possible- to get your barrier up again. The Sun Hashira is keeping the Upper Moon busy, but I don't know how long until the attacks on the compound continue. Before that, we need the defense up again. Can you do it?"

Casting a quick glance around, Hinotora nodded in satisfation.

With how she had repositioned the barrier demon, he should be out of the Upper Moon's line of sight and ability to attack now. If he could just get his barrier up again, the Shrine's occupants would have a chance to start treating the wounded in mass, rather than staying on defense. In this way, Hinotora hoped to give the most people the chance to survive, assuming the monks had any way to deal with or mitigate the Upper Moon's poison and infection until she could return to do more intensive care.

Rengoku Hinotora Relationship Chart


Jae-eun Yoshihide :
"Behind all that flowery nonsense, the Dragon Hashira's... not a bad guy. Honestly, I'm surprised that we clicked so well, but maybe I shouldn't be. He's a pretty easygoing guy at the end of the day, doesn't ask a lot from me, but ironically, that kinda just makes me want to actually put in more effort. Wild. Conversely, he's not all empty fluff when he needs to be. There's a real badass lurking underneath that mask of his. I'd say he should let his real feelings out a lot more though, because the more he bottles them up, the less control he'll have when that mask finally slips under pressure. Still, I feel like I've learned a lot from him, despite him mostly leaving me to my own devices, and honestly... I hope we get to continue on like this for many years to come." @xAlter

Ubuyashiki Takaya :
"I have mixed feelings. While he's still a more palatable Branch Head than Kyoto's, he's made more than his fair share of questionable decisions. Under most circumstances, he seems cool-headed and good-natured, but there's no doubt that he has a merciless streak, considering he way he's ordered bombing attacks on not just demons, but rival human organizations. Also, I appreciate his willingness to coexist with peaceful demons, but isn't tolerating the former Upper 2 a bit too far? And I can't deny enjoying that Tokyo gives its Slayers a lot of slack in how they operate, but isn't allowing the Water Hashira to throw an unchecked tantrum across his territory beyond the pale? And more than that, to actively collaborate with her? Well... I suppose you have to take the good with the bad sometimes. As a person, I guess I don't particularly dislike him, but Takaya hasn't really given me any reason to call a kid 'master'. I guess he's a competent enough leader though, so I won't disrespect him outright... An 'Ubuyashiki-sama' should be serviceable." @Dane

Tomioka Guen :
"Guen? That constant pain in my ass? Yeah, I know her. Hell, I've treated her wounds on Takaya's orders... a lot. More than is really reasonable even. Look, man, I know she lost her hubby and all, but she needs to take a step back and calm her tits. There's no revenge worth writing about in dying a stupid death, and that's the direction she's headed at this rate. Someday, she's going to get in over her head, and I'm not going to be able to do shit to save her after. Worse, if she keeps on like this, she's going to get other people -innocent people- killed in her crusade, and if that happens... I may have to respond accordingly. I hope she knows that." @Dane

Tenko Thompson :
"I've only met her in passing honestly. Can't say I have an opinion worth a damn yet, but something about her kind of gives me the willies. And somehow, I'm not sure it's not the religious fervor. Maybe it's that she's also from the Rengoku bloodline, but- No, that's ridiculous. She looks and acts nothing like the main clan. Also, I guess she's pretty enough; she's got that 'girl next door' charm to her, at least on a surface level. I guess I'll just have to play things by ear..." @Randomguy

Ryūnoko Keodis :
"The 'Info Broker'? Yeah, I've heard of him. Hell, I've met him... in passing anyway. I try to keep tabs on any demons that actually attempt the coexist with humans. But gotta be real? I'm wary of the guy. In principle, I appreciate the idea of a demon that's just trying to stay out of things, but come on... He's a former Blood Moon. You don't get that title for being all sunshine and roses. So, honestly, anyone that lets their guard down with him? That truly lets him in? They're an idiot. He's an information broker who is obviously and shamelessly playing both sides, and the only reason nobody from either side has gotten rid of him is that the price for doing so is bigger than anyone is willing to pay." @Arminwraith

Uzui Kairi :
"Not exactly her biggest fan, to be honest. She's from the Kyoto Branch for one, and I don't got a lot of good memories of that place. Too many two-faced assholes, too many masks, and Kairi wears a lot more than most. Really, what's more bothersome is that overbearing plastic personality of hers. 'Older sister'? Screw off with that. I don't need the 'guidance' of someone like you." @Digmata

Tsugikuni Himari :
"I know she's from the Corps' Kyoto Branch, but I still get the sense that we'd get along. Honestly, I don't give a damn about her family being related to the Demon King. The sins of the father are not that of the son, which is something I think isn't appreciated enough. And real talk, she's genuinely impressive. She's younger than me, only eighteen, and still already a full Hashira, one that defeated a Demon Consort alone even. Sure, there's not really any better candidates, and sure, there's historically been younger, but even so, credit where it's due. If nothing else, I'll give her props for being a lot more reasonable about her brother's death than his fiance turned out to be. It's understandable to grieve, but in our line of work, isn't this just business as usual? Call me callous if you wish, but we simply can't afford to lose our heads in this line of work. In fact, we practically have a responsibility not to. I think Himari understands that, and I have a lot more confidence that she won't let revenge come at the cost of justice." @King Kindred

Ryunosuke Kamado :
"A colossal jackass. Fuck that guy. Metaphorically of course. Even if I were actually interested in men, you couldn't pay me to get involved with someone that whores around as much as he does. I realize I'm not much for tradition or conformity, but even I have something approaching consistent virtues. It's really a crying shame the power of Sun Breathing showed up in someone like him. I can only imagine the sort of frightening headway we'd make if the 'Strongest of Today' was actually interested in fighting demons for more than satisfying his superiority complex." @JrVader

Xaku :
"The relatively recently appointed Police Chief certainly seems to be a 'problem', as they say. Considering the stranglehold of the Demon King Michikatsu over Japan's Yakuza right now... and considering the reports of how troublesome the police have become... and the fact that 'Xaku' has never been recorded under any open daylight conditions, it stands to reason that she could be some kind of demon, perhaps even a high-ranking one. The Blood Moon Demon Lords are all reportedly males though, so could she be a Demon Consort? Inconclusive. I could look into this more, but a Police Chief is a lot higher profile than most targets. Hell, I could be... Well, I suppose there's no rush for now. For all I know, I'm just crying wolf over nothing. Without confirmation... For now, I'll keep those suspicions to myself and just keep an eye out." @Aku the Samurai

Archer Demon Ryoshu :
"Who?" @TimelessParagon

Kousai Agatsuma :
"Heard of him at least. Hard not to in Demon Slayer Corps circles, when he's been one of the few to so much as kill a Demon Consort. I realize that does little to address the Demon Lords they serve, but it's a step in the right direction. And even without meeting him, on that merit alone, I can only assume his skills are impressive." @Taka

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦 :
"That Onsen proprietress? You mean the weirdo that's always wearing the fox ear cosplay? Well, I guess her faculties are commendable enough, but I only ever went there the once. Why? Well, I don't often tell people this, but I can tell when someone's bullshitting me. No, it's not like... a sixth sense or anything, just experience. I'm not a mind-reader. It's just that two-faced people stick out like a sore thumb. Their smiles. Their voices. The way their feelings don't quite reach their eyes. I guess I'm hyper-sensitive to that kind of thing considering the way I grew up, but that 'Mura' lady just kinda gives me the creeps. Not just that, but... I work in a hospital right? So, the thing is, my Phoenix Forms enhance my senses, quite a lot actually, and whenever I get near that Onsen, I can't help but notice the same way it sticks out to me in a hospital, even beneath the chemicals and air fresheners. It's blood. Old blood. The scent of rot." @HaHa

Daikaku Kōshin :
"Who? What, he's some kind of monk? Yeah, I definitely don't know who that is. I don't go to temples or get involved in that Buddhist crap. Er, no shade, I guess; worship who you want or whatever, but I mean... I guess if he really follows that sort of religion, then he's probably a pretty chill guy?" @13org

Overall :
"Well, I suppose it's a fairly typical lineup, eh? Lots of people with drama to spare and an axe to grind with demon-kind. It's a tale as old as time, of heroes and monsters and vengeance, but honestly? At the end of the day, it would be nice if more people survived than not in this latest crusade... Not going to hold my breath, considering historical precedent, but I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with doing my best to keep them alive, even if they throw themselves at death like headless chickens. Sacrifice saves lives? You'll save a lot more if you live to help the people that need you tomorrow, so stop bleeding out on my table already!"
THE CHART MUST BE FED

(Will update more later depending on how much information Hinotora might truly presently have in practice regarding everyone here. Otherwise, unless there was a fairly decent reason for them to have met or for her to have heard about them, I mostly assumed unfamiliarity. Ryoshu's was the funniest entry in this respect, even if I suspect that it might be inaccurate to assume a demon that long-standing is unknown.)

Relationship Chart : Hinotora's thoughts regarding;

Jae-eun Yoshihide :
"Behind all that flowery nonsense, the Dragon Hashira's... not a bad guy. Honestly, I'm surprised that we clicked so well, but maybe I shouldn't be. He's a pretty easygoing guy at the end of the day, doesn't ask a lot from me, but ironically, that kinda just makes me want to actually put in more effort. Wild. Conversely, he's not all empty fluff when he needs to be. There's a real badass lurking underneath that mask of his. I'd say he should let his real feelings out a lot more though, because the more he bottles them up, the less control he'll have when that mask finally slips under pressure. Still, I feel like I've learned a lot from him, despite him mostly leaving me to my own devices, and honestly... I hope we get to continue on like this for many years to come." @xAlter

Ubuyashiki Takaya :
"I have mixed feelings. While he's still a more palatable Branch Head than Kyoto's, he's made more than his fair share of questionable decisions. Under most circumstances, he seems cool-headed and good-natured, but there's no doubt that he has a merciless streak, considering he way he's ordered bombing attacks on not just demons, but rival human organizations. I appreciate his willingness to coexist with peaceful demons, but isn't tolerating the former Upper 2 a bit too far? I can't deny enjoying that Tokyo gives its Slayers a lot of slack in how they operate, but isn't allowing the Water Hashira to throw an unchecked tantrum across his territory beyond the pale? And more than that, to actively collaborate with her? Well... I suppose you have to take the good with the bad sometimes. As a person, I guess I don't particularly dislike him, but Takaya hasn't really given me any reason to call a kid 'master'. I guess he's a competent enough leader though, so I won't disrespect him outright... An 'Ubuyashiki-sama' should be serviceable." @Yu Narukami

Tomioka Guen :
"Guen? That constant pain in my ass? Yeah, I know her. Hell, I've treated her wounds on Takaya's orders... a lot. More than is really reasonable even. Look, man, I know she lost her hubby and all, but she needs to take a step back and calm her tits. There's no revenge worth writing about in dying a stupid death, and that's the direction she's headed at this rate. Someday, she's going to get in over her head, and I'm not going to be able to do shit to save her after. Worse, if she keeps on like this, she's going to get other people -innocent people- killed in her crusade, and if that happens... I may have to respond accordingly. I hope she knows that." @Yu Narukami

Tenko Thompson :
"I've only met her in passing honestly. Can't say I have an opinion worth a damn yet, but something about her kind of gives me the willies. And somehow, I'm not sure it's not the religious fervor. Maybe it's that she's also from the Rengoku bloodline, but- No, that's ridiculous. She looks and acts nothing like the main clan. Also, I guess she's pretty enough; she's got that 'girl next door' charm to her, at least on a surface level. I guess I'll just have to play things by ear..." @Randomguy

Ryūnoko Keodis :
"The 'Info Broker'? Yeah, I've heard of him. Hell, I've met him... in passing anyway. I try to keep tabs on any demons that actually attempt the coexist with humans. But gotta be real? I'm wary of the guy. In principle, I appreciate the idea of a demon that's just trying to stay out of things, but come on... He's a former Blood Moon. You don't get that title for being all sunshine and roses. So, honestly, anyone that lets their guard down with him? That truly lets him in? They're an idiot. He's an information broker who is obviously and shamelessly playing both sides, and the only reason nobody from either side has gotten rid of him is that the price for doing so is bigger than anyone is willing to pay." @Arminwraith

Uzui Kairi :
"Not exactly her biggest fan, to be honest. She's from the Kyoto Branch for one, and I don't got a lot of good memories of that place. Too many two-faced assholes, too many masks, and Kairi wears a lot more than most. Really, what's more bothersome is that overbearing plastic personality of hers. 'Older sister'? Screw off with that. I don't need the "guidance" of someone like you." @Digmata

Tsugikuni Himari :
"I know she's from the Corps' Kyoto Branch, but I still get the sense that we'd get along. Honestly, I don't give a damn about her family being related to the Demon King. The sins of the father are not that of the son, which is something I think isn't appreciated enough. And real talk, she's genuinely impressive. She's younger than me, only eighteen, and still already a full Hashira, one that defeated a Demon Consort alone even. Sure, there's not really any better candidates, and sure, there's historically been younger, but even so, credit where it's due. If nothing else, I'll give her credit for being a lot more reasonable about her brother's death than his fiance turned out to be. It's understandable to grieve, but in our line of work, isn't this just business as usual? I think Himari understands that, and I have a lot more confidence that she won't let revenge come at the cost of justice." @King Kindred

Ryunosuke Kamado :
"A colossal jackass. Fuck that guy. Metaphorically of course. Even if I were actually interested in men, you couldn't pay me to get involved with someone that whores around as much as he does. I realize I'm not much for tradition or conformity, but even I have something approaching consistent virtues. It's really a crying shame the power of Sun Breathing showed up in someone like him. I can only imagine the sort of frightening headway we'd make if the 'Strongest of Today' was actually interested in fighting demons for more than satisfying his superiority complex." @JrVader

Xaku :
"The relatively recently appointed Police Chief certainly seems to be a 'problem', as they say. Considering the stranglehold of the Demon King Michikatsu over Japan's Yakuza right now... and considering the reports of how troublesome the police have become... and the fact that 'Xaku' has never been recorded under any open daylight conditions, it stands to reason that she could be some kind of demon, perhaps even a high-ranking one. The Blood Moon Demon Lords are all reportedly males though, so could she be a Demon Consort? Inconclusive. I could look into this more, but a Police Chief is a lot higher profile than most targets. Hell, I could be... Well, I suppose there's no rush for now. For all I know, I'm just crying wolf over nothing. Without confirmation... For now, I'll keep those suspicions to myself and just keep an eye out." @Aku the Samurai

Archer Demon Ryoshu :
"Who?" @TimelessParagon

Kousai Agatsuma :
"Heard of him at least. Hard not to in Demon Slayer Corps circles when he's been one of the few to so much as kill a Demon Consort. I realize that does little to address the Demon Lords they serve, but it's a step in the right direction. And even without meeting him, on that merit alone, I can only assume his skills are impressive." @Taka

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦 :
"That Onsen proprietress? You mean the weirdo that's always wearing the fox ear cosplay? Well, I guess her faculties are commendable enough, but I only ever went there the once. Why? Well, I don't often tell people this, but I can tell when someone's bullshitting me. No, it's not like... a sixth sense or anything, just experience. I'm not a mind-reader. It's just that two-faced people stick out like a sore thumb. Their smiles. Their voices. The way their feelings don't quite reach their eyes. I guess I'm hyper-sensitive to that kind of thing considering the way I grew up, but that 'Mura' lady just kinda gives me the creeps. Not just that, but... I work in a hospital right? So, the thing is, my Phoenix Forms enhance my senses, quite a lot actually, and whenever I get near that Onsen, I can't help but notice the same way it sticks out to me in a hospital, even beneath the chemicals and air fresheners. It's blood. Old blood. The scent of rot." @HaHa

Daikaku Kōshin :
"Who? What, he's some kind of monk? Yeah, I definitely don't know who that is. I don't go to temples or get involved in that Buddhist crap. Er, no shade, I guess; worship who you want or whatever, but I mean... I guess if he really follows that sort of religion, then he's probably a pretty chill guy?" @13org

Overall :
"Well, I suppose it's a fairly typical lineup, eh? Lots of people with drama to spare and an axe to grind with demon-kind. It's a tale as old as time, of heroes and monsters and vengeance, but honestly? At the end of the day, it would be nice if more people survived than not in this latest crusade... Not going to hold my breath, considering historical precedent, but I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with doing my best to keep them alive, even if they throw themselves at death like headless chickens. Sacrifice saves lives? You'll save a lot more if you live to help the people that need you tomorrow, so stop bleeding out on my table already!"
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