Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

"No! Asuka! Are you a god?! I was wrong! I was so wrong!!"

“What do you want! I can create an immortal cult for you! I can serve you forever…”

Wuchan completely abandoned his dignity and knelt on the ground.

His body twisted into a ball of flesh from fear, with countless tentacles and eyeballs thrashing wildly across his body, trying to find a crack in the road to survival.

The bird did not speak.

There was neither hatred nor pity in his eyes.

Yes, but only a weariness of this long nightmare.

The golden-red arc of light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still.

With a strange sensation, Wu Can's pale head slowly slid off his neck.

No blood gushed out; the wound was completely carbonized the moment it came into contact with the blade.

"...Severed?"

Wuchan's severed head lay on the scorched ground, his eyes filled with confusion.

"No!! Not yet! I'm not dead yet!! As long as my brain and heart are intact..."

Even with his head severed from his body, Wu Clan's survival instincts went completely berserk.

The muscles below his severed neck shattered on their own, spewing out countless dark red granulations that grew wildly, attempting to reconnect his skull.

Not only that.

His body broke free from the bird's control and began to swell violently, his skin bursting open!

Countless fleshy spikes, wriggling like maggots, shot out, carrying the resentment and will to survive of Wucan for thousands of years, and actually tried to pounce on the bird!

"Since you won't let me live... then I'll assimilate you! Become a part of me!!"

It roared wildly and madly.

He wanted to crawl into the bird's riddled body and steal its godlike power!

But to the bird, these movements are too slow.

In his perception, the rhythm of every single cell in Wuchan was clearly visible.

He let out a soft sigh, and the golden-red longsword left a blur in his hand.

If any clear-headed person were to observe this battle at this moment, they would surely discover that the birds' movements had surpassed the limits of human vision.

Puff puff puff puff puff—!

The flesh and blood that tried to burrow into the bird's body were sliced ​​into tiny particles the moment they approached him, by countless intersecting golden orbits.

Blood splattered everywhere; Wu Can was truly hacked into mincemeat.

The utterly miserable consciousness was wailing.

He felt his soul being torn apart inch by inch by the knife.

"No...I am...I am a king who transcends the laws of nature..."

"I am... immortal..."

【You're just a coward, Mukang. Come to hell with me.】

No one is eternal, Muzan Kibutsuji... only faith matters.

Do you still find killing someone funny?

【Ubuyashiki-sama... I've always wanted to tell you that the blue spider lily only blooms during the day...】

Countless voices echoed deep within his mind, and his charred head seemed to be gripped by countless invisible, icy hands, tearing and dragging him toward the abyss.

Those blood-red eyes finally began to dim.

Even the last of Muzan's flesh and blood began to burn.

A thousand years of pent-up resentment and fear finally dissipated into wisps of black smoke before the rising dawn.

The horrible face vanished amidst the stench.

His eyes, which had always been filled with greed and arrogance, reflected in the final moment the calm, serene face of the bird.

Asuka shook the blade, then made a sheathing motion, returning the sword to the mouth of her hand.

The golden-red katana in his hand transformed back into specks of light and returned to his body.

Its daybreak.

Chapter 114 Dawn of the Human World

At the very instant that Muzan turned to ashes.

A violent tremor, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible to the soul, spread instantly throughout the entire island nation via a connection to some evil creature.

In the mountains and forests a few kilometers away from the battlefield of Infinite City.

Several lowly demons, who had escaped from the collapsed ruins during the chaos of the battle, were panting heavily as they hid in the shadowy crevices of the rocks.

Their eyes gleamed with the relief of surviving the ordeal, and they greedily sniffed the air for the scent of humans, preparing to feast in a nearby village as soon as it got a little dark.

But soon, their ferocious smiles froze.

"Ugh... Ah... Pfft!" The leader of the demons suddenly grabbed his own neck.

It felt that every cell in its body belonging to the Miserable was frantically self-destructing.

Without the support of the Ghost King's will, the evil power that sustained their immortality transformed into the most potent poison.

In the dark and cold crevices, the bodies of these demons began to crumble like dried clay sculptures.

First the fingers, then the limbs, and finally the ugly head.

Before they could even utter a cry for mercy, they turned into a pool of foul-smelling black ash in extreme terror.

The same scene plays out simultaneously in every corner where evil spirits lurk.

Those monsters who once swaggered and terrorized the land by relying on the blood of the ruthless are now facing a reckoning that spans a thousand years.

They coexist with the Miserable, and they also perish with the Miserable.

The noose that had been tightly binding humanity's throat finally snapped completely as Wuchan was reduced to ashes.

Similarly, at the distant Ubuyashiki Command Center, Kamado Nezuko also experienced a violent reaction.

She sat up abruptly, arching her back from the violent reaction.

"What's wrong with her!"

Teriyaki Ubuyashiki, who was already anxious because he had lost contact with the scene, felt uneasy the moment he saw Nezuko's reaction.

Upon hearing the shout, Tengen Uzui rushed in like lightning, warily protecting Kiriya.

But soon, the Bean calmed down.

Her cherry-red vertical pupils began to slowly return to normal, her face was no longer pale, and a human aura began to emerge from her.

"...Musan...is dead..."

She removed the bamboo tube from her mouth and spoke in a broken human language.

Upon hearing these words, Kiriya's pupils contracted to a point, and he excitedly climbed to Nezuko's side to check on her condition.

It's true! She's turned back into a human!

Although she took the medicine developed by Ms. Tamayo to turn a demon into a human, the effect was not ideal.

But now, she's back to normal.

"Waaah—!!" Nezuko suddenly burst into tears, hugging Kiriya tightly and sobbing uncontrollably. Her voice echoed throughout the entire forest.

"Muraku is dead! Nezuko has turned back into a human!"

These words instantly ignited the emotions of both Kiriya and his two sisters.

The children, who were only eight or nine years old, finally began to resemble children.

They embraced each other, weeping uncontrollably, comforting each other's wounded hearts.

"Father... Mother... Sister..."

"Kibutsuji Muzan! Dead!!"

In the center of the battlefield ruins, the clamor gradually faded away.

The bird swayed as it picked up the rusty raccoon that had fallen to the ground.

His disheveled appearance was exactly the same as the plunder he had seen when he first arrived in this world.

He was extremely weak at the moment, unable to mobilize any spiritual power at all.

Just as the man said, he shut down the spiritual energy circuits in the bird's body.

His skin was covered in large patches of ulceration, and one of his eyes had lost focus, but he didn't care.

He knew his body wouldn't last much longer.

"Asuka...you...cough cough..."

A weak voice came from the side.

Asuka turned her head and saw Komashige, the Kenjuro, lying in the pile of rubble.

At this point, Komashi's condition had deteriorated to the extreme.

In the previous life-or-death battle, in order to hold off Wuchan, he took the brunt of the Ghost King's poisonous blows head-on.

The ruthless curse poison had already ravaged his body, and with his death, the demon blood within Komashi's body was rapidly depleting.

Although he possesses a martial will that surpasses that of Upper Moon Three, his body is ultimately still constructed of a demon.

Feiniao walked over in silence, blood seeping from her wounds with each step.

He sat wearily beside Komashi: "You're going to die."

"Yes... I can feel it." Komashi smiled wryly. His makeshift tiger mask was already torn, and his face looked somewhat desolate in the gradually brightening dawn.

Those eyes, which once only pursued the pinnacle of martial arts, now revealed an unprecedented clarity.

"...From our first encounter on the Mugen Train to today...I still can't see through you."

Komashita's voice was broken and intermittent, the excruciating pain making each word a tremendous challenge: "You're like a god high in the sky, coldly looking down on us, these crawling insects struggling in the mud..."

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his voice growing increasingly faint: "Who exactly are you? Are you the messenger of this destiny, or the guide to hell?"

The bird looked at him and responded calmly, as always:

"I am nothing, just an ordinary person struggling to survive."

“Ordinary people… huh…” Komashi laughed, though the laughter aggravated his wound, causing him to twitch. “If that’s the case… then the ‘ordinariness’ of this world is far too awe-inspiring.”

The sunlight has already begun to outline a golden silhouette on the edge of the earth.

"Asuka...please do me a favor."

Komashi's voice grew softer and softer as he stretched out his weathered hand and pointed to the golden line on the horizon.

"Find me a good place... I want to see more of the world there."

"I've been a ghost for so long... so long that I've almost forgotten what the sunlight is actually."

Asuka silently stretched out her festering arms and gently lifted up the former martial arts madman, now a dying man.

His steps were slow, but steady.

As he climbed the hill, a ray of warm, golden sunlight slanted down on the two of them.

He leaned Komashi against a tree.

At this moment, Komashige's lower body had almost completely turned into ashes, which drifted away gently in the breeze.

"So beautiful..."

Komashi gazed greedily into the distance.

The morning sky was shrouded in mist, which refracted the sunlight to create a magnificent purple-gold hue.