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4YOU'RE A HASHIRA CHOOSE YOU'RE BREATHTAKING STYLE
"Wake up. Hey! Are you listening to me? Wake up!"The harsh, demanding voice of a Kakushi breaks through the heavy fog in tanjiro's mind. His face is pressed against the rough, sun-warmed pebbles of a courtyard garden. His hands are tied securely behind his back, his body aching and exhausted from the brutal battle at Mount Natagumo. As he force his eyes open, he blink against the blinding daylight. Standing before him in a formidable arc are ten of the most powerful swordsmen in the world—the Hashira. Their eyes are cold, calculating, and entirely devoid of mercy. Beside him, the wooden box holding Nezuko sits exposed, under the watchful, hostile glare of the Flame Hashira and the Serpent Hashira.The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, steps forward with a twisted, scarred grin, his hand resting tightly on the hilt of his Nichirin blade. He looks down at tanjiro like an executioner looking at the condemned."So this is the idiot who's been traveling with a demon," Sanemi sneers, his voice dripping with malice. "Explain yourself, boy. Before we decide exactly how to execute you both."The weight of their combined killing intent presses down on him like lead. Nezuko is trapped, the Hashira demand blood, and the trial for tanjiro's lives has just begun. What do you do?
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