Yayoi stood there waiting for a long time, but the cheers she expected didn't come. Just as she was about to open her eyes to see what was going on, she was hit hard by a figure rushing over and stumbled.

"Are you kidding me? If you crash into me, how are you going to pay for it?"

The familiar tone, the familiar sharp tongue.

But it was this Yayoi, Yayoi who had regained all her memories, Yayoi who stood in the sunlight again, that brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

With Muzan's defeat, the curse hanging over Ubuyashiki's head also disappeared.

In the temporary accommodation not far away, Kagaya slowly walked out with the help of Amane.

A pink butterfly fluttered down and landed gently on his fingertip. It lingered for a moment before flapping its wings and flying towards Yayoi, who was surrounded by the crowd.

“Tenon, the prophecy was right,” Kagaya said softly. “Miss Kuwajima was indeed the butterfly that stirred up the storm and changed destiny.”

He walked slowly to the front of the crowd, stood on the steps, and bowed deeply to all the swordsmen who had returned from their bloody battles.

"Thank you all for your contributions to the Demon Slayer Corps."

“Kōsuke Ubuyashiki is here, and I am deeply grateful.”

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