"Nezuko! Brother won!" Tanjiro exclaimed, relieved to see Nezuko lying still on the ground.
"But it was Father's Kagura that saved me. It's a breathing technique passed down in our family, used for the Kagura dance.
I don't know why it works like that, but I wouldn't be here without it," Tanjiro thought, remembering his father with gratitude.
If it weren't for his father, things would have ended very differently.
As Tanjiro struggled to crawl towards Nezuko, a searing pain shot through his body, accompanied by ringing in his ears, dizziness, and blurred vision.
"It hurts so much!" Tanjiro stopped moving, enduring the intense pain, lying still. He was only a few meters from Nezuko, but he couldn't move another inch.
Suddenly, a strong scent of {demon} wafted into his nostrils, instantly making him tense. It wasn't just any demon; it was Lower Rank Five.
Logically, a demon shouldn't retain such a strong scent after decapitation.
"Could he still be alive?! Come to think of it, I didn't smell the scent of a demon turning to ash after death," Tanjiro thought, growing increasingly uneasy.
He sensed a presence behind him, but he was too weak to turn around. He could only ask, filled with frustration and confusion, "I clearly cut off your head! How is it possible you're still alive?!"
Behind him, Lower Rank Five's fallen body rose, his head suspended by spider silk.
"Did you really think you won? What a pathetic fool! Only weaklings like you comfort themselves with such pitiful delusions."
"I severed my own head with silk threads before you could decapitate me! I've had enough. This time, I'll kill you and your sister! I haven't been this angry in a long time!"
Lower Rank Five picked up his head and reattached it.
Realizing he'd been tricked, Tanjiro gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl forward, enduring the excruciating pain.
His inexperience was to blame; he didn't know demons could sever their own necks to survive.
"Come on! Move! Get up! With the right breathing technique, fatigue is no obstacle! Father said so!
Father wouldn't lie! I can get back up and fight!" Tanjiro encouraged himself, focusing on his breathing.
"I'm curious why the flames didn't burn you. Only I and my threads were burned. Is it because you're her brother? You siblings are truly disgusting,"
Lower Rank Five finished, his hands clenching and pulling, drawing several thin red threads. He wove them into a small net and unleashed another Blood Demon Art.
"Blood Demon Art: Thread Manipulation!"
A circular pattern appeared on the ground where Tanjiro lay, and numerous threads erupted from it, encasing him.
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