Compared to me, you're the real monsters—your hearts are darker and uglier than anything else. You deserve to die!
With a powerful swing, Meiko hurled Eiichi straight into the bear den.
The sound of chewing soon followed, along with Eiichi's agonized screams.
Meiko felt her blood surging, her whole body trembling with a dark joy. She was relishing his pain.
And then—clap, clap, clap.
Applause rang through the forest.
Meiko looked up to see a strikingly handsome man, dressed in a black suit and wearing a white hat, standing atop a tree branch. He was staring at her with curious amusement.
Kibutsuji Muzan applauded slowly, a gentle laugh in his voice. "As I thought, traveling the human world was the right decision. I wouldn't have witnessed such a delightful show otherwise."
"Excellent. Very well done."
Meiko asked calmly, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I simply wish to make you stronger," Muzan replied, smiling. "Come. Serve me."
Her vision blurred for an instant, and the man vanished. At the same time, Meiko felt a sting on her neck—a thin cut had appeared.
A few drops of Muzan's blood slipped in.
"ROAAAAR!!"
Not long after, the silent forest echoed with a beast-like roar.
Meiko was gone. In her place stood the monstrous, powerful demon named Duko.
"Master… thank you for your gift," she said.
"Now… now I understand the true meaning of life…"
"Destruction… slaughter…"
…
A humanoid form made of white light, over two meters tall, stood silently beside Kawanishi.
She looked calm, hollow.
Kawanishi sighed gently. "You must know… the world isn't only darkness. There is still so much beauty out there…"
Meiko interrupted, voice flat. "But the beauty you speak of—I've never experienced it. All I've ever known… is darkness."
And with that, she began to fade, unwilling to say more.
"In my next life, I'll still choose to be a demon."
"Because what I've seen in people… is far more poisonous than any demon."
Kawanishi stood in silence. Every time he thought he understood demons, understood humans, something new shattered his beliefs.
Every demon he slew deepened his understanding of the world.
Slaying demons… also tempered his own soul.
"Meiko, I know you won't accept it, but still—I want to apologize on their behalf."
"Sometimes, the cruelty in people's hearts is far worse than that of demons…"
"But please, don't let that make you forget the light within humanity."
"That mercy of yours—the strength not to harm anyone despite your power—that is the beauty I saw in you."
"Now, I've accepted your memories. I've accepted your power. You are a part of me."
"See the world again… through my eyes."
"My eyes… will be yours."
He's… willing to let a monster like me become a part of him?
In this pure-white world of the Scorching Wings, where no lies could exist, Meiko could feel it—his words were sincere.
Her fading form trembled ever so slightly.
"…Alright. I'll trust you. Just this once. I'll trust… someone again."
"But I will never forgive those who hurt me. If I ever have another chance, I'll act sooner."
"My strength is yours now."
"Let me see the beauty of the world… through you."
Kawanishi nodded solemnly. "This is our promise. I will remember it always. And if the day comes when I become the darkness that once hurt you—I will walk into the sunlight myself, and offer you my life."
If he ever became someone he never wanted to be—Kawanishi would use the last of his will to walk into the sun, and return to his family's embrace.
Meiko's voice grew fainter. "It's a promise…"
So soft Kawanishi could no longer hear it, she whispered one last time:
Kawanishi… if only I had met you earlier, maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this…
The white light faded, and reality returned to Kawanishii's vision.
But his wings now carried a new soul.
He sighed. Meiko… a girl tormented by fate. The world had only shown her its cruelest side. She could see the sun, but never feel its warmth.
Ordinary people experience joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain. But Meiko… had only pain.
To her, humans were more terrible than demons.
Kawanishi had never lived Meiko's life. He could never truly feel how desperate and helpless she had been.
But even so, he knew—back then, Meiko must've felt like the entire world was against her. That pain… it was the same as when he had first become a demon.
So he would never selfishly try to lecture Meiko from his own perspective. He had no right.
Unless there came a day when Meiko herself could say, from the bottom of her heart, that she wanted to be human again—no one had the right to judge her. No one was worthy.
Too many people, when hearing another's pain, assume they understand and start offering advice or hollow encouragement. But in truth, that's cruel.
If you've never lived it—how could you know their despair? How dare you ask them to keep holding on, just for your sense of hope?
In the end, even the most heart-wrenching stories are just… stories to the ones who listen.
"Meiko… so this is the strength you've given me. Thank you."
"From this moment on—we fight together."
He clenched his fist and struck the ground—cracking it open with a heavy thud. His hand was unscathed.
His power had grown. He picked up the Black Cleaver. It felt even lighter now… It needed more nichirin to be stronger.
Then he raked his sharp nails across his forearm—only to see sparks fly as if scratching metal. His skin had become iron-hard.
He sensed deeper changes in his body—though his internal strength was still behind the toughness of his skin.
He wasn't yet as durable as Meiko had been, but he believed that with continued growth, his steel body would become unbreakable.
After all, Meiko's natural physique had been far superior.
He checked his back—no new wings.
"That's probably because of the blood demon art. Meiko's ability was a passive trait—it could be passed to me directly."
"But blood demon arts… they're tied to a demon's obsession and nature. I'll need a vessel to use theirs. That vessel… must be the new wings I've been growing."
"Yeah… that's probably it…"
The Scorching Wings were his original blood demon art—its strange traits clearly linked to his use of Hinokami Kagura.
All the other powers stemmed from that.
As he fought more demons and used the Scorching Wings more, his understanding had deepened.
But many things still didn't make sense—like how the Scorching Wings selectively absorbed demons. Not all were accepted.
Those not chosen could only offer him some stamina and energy. But the chosen few—like Black Fang and Meiko—granted him real growth. Physical power, or blood demon techniques.
And then… there was the sunlight attribute.
If he accidentally hit himself with the Skyward Blade, he was sure even he wouldn't survive it.
Hinokami Kagura was clearly fire-based. If his wings had become literal flames, he might've accepted it.
But the Scorching Wings… were something else.
Infused with sunlight, able to cut down demons, to devour them—far beyond reason.
"Father… the Hinokami Kagura you passed to me and Tanjiro… it's far more extraordinary than I ever imagined…"
(End of Chapter)
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Chapter 38: The Mysterious Hinokami Kagura
Compared to me, you're the real monsters—your hearts are darker and uglier than anything else. You deserve to die!
With a powerful swing, Meiko hurled Eiichi straight into the bear den.
The sound of chewing soon followed, along with Eiichi's agonized screams.
Meiko felt her blood surging, her whole body trembling with a dark joy. She was relishing his pain.
And then—clap, clap, clap.
Applause rang through the forest.
Meiko looked up to see a strikingly handsome man, dressed in a black suit and wearing a white hat, standing atop a tree branch. He was staring at her with curious amusement.
Kibutsuji Muzan applauded slowly, a gentle laugh in his voice. "As I thought, traveling the human world was the right decision. I wouldn't have witnessed such a delightful show otherwise."
"Excellent. Very well done."
Meiko asked calmly, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I simply wish to make you stronger," Muzan replied, smiling. "Come. Serve me."
Her vision blurred for an instant, and the man vanished. At the same time, Meiko felt a sting on her neck—a thin cut had appeared.
A few drops of Muzan's blood slipped in.
"ROAAAAR!!"
Not long after, the silent forest echoed with a beast-like roar.
Meiko was gone. In her place stood the monstrous, powerful demon named Duko.
"Master… thank you for your gift," she said.
"Now… now I understand the true meaning of life…"
"Destruction… slaughter…"
…
A humanoid form made of white light, over two meters tall, stood silently beside Kawanishi.
She looked calm, hollow.
Kawanishi sighed gently. "You must know… the world isn't only darkness. There is still so much beauty out there…"
Meiko interrupted, voice flat. "But the beauty you speak of—I've never experienced it. All I've ever known… is darkness."
And with that, she began to fade, unwilling to say more.
"In my next life, I'll still choose to be a demon."
"Because what I've seen in people… is far more poisonous than any demon."
Kawanishi stood in silence. Every time he thought he understood demons, understood humans, something new shattered his beliefs.
Every demon he slew deepened his understanding of the world.
Slaying demons… also tempered his own soul.
"Meiko, I know you won't accept it, but still—I want to apologize on their behalf."
"Sometimes, the cruelty in people's hearts is far worse than that of demons…"
"But please, don't let that make you forget the light within humanity."
"That mercy of yours—the strength not to harm anyone despite your power—that is the beauty I saw in you."
"Now, I've accepted your memories. I've accepted your power. You are a part of me."
"See the world again… through my eyes."
"My eyes… will be yours."
He's… willing to let a monster like me become a part of him?
In this pure-white world of the Scorching Wings, where no lies could exist, Meiko could feel it—his words were sincere.
Her fading form trembled ever so slightly.
"…Alright. I'll trust you. Just this once. I'll trust… someone again."
"But I will never forgive those who hurt me. If I ever have another chance, I'll act sooner."
"My strength is yours now."
"Let me see the beauty of the world… through you."
Kawanishi nodded solemnly. "This is our promise. I will remember it always. And if the day comes when I become the darkness that once hurt you—I will walk into the sunlight myself, and offer you my life."
If he ever became someone he never wanted to be—Kawanishi would use the last of his will to walk into the sun, and return to his family's embrace.
Meiko's voice grew fainter. "It's a promise…"
So soft Kawanishi could no longer hear it, she whispered one last time:
If I had met you sooner, Kawanishi… maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this…
The white light faded, and reality returned to Kawanishi's vision.
But his wings now carried a new soul.
He sighed. Meiko… a girl tormented by fate. The world had only shown her its cruelest side. She could see the sun, but never feel its warmth.
Ordinary people experience joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain. But Meiko… had only pain.
To her, humans were more terrible than demons.
Kawanishi had never lived Meiko's life. He could never truly feel how desperate and helpless she had been.
But even so, he knew—back then, Meiko must've felt like the entire world was against her. That pain… it was the same as when he had first become a demon.
So he would never selfishly try to lecture Meiko from his own perspective. He had no right.
Unless there came a day when Meiko herself could say, from the bottom of her heart, that she wanted to be human again—no one had the right to judge her. No one was worthy.
Too many people, when hearing another's pain, assume they understand and start offering advice or hollow encouragement. But in truth, that's cruel.
If you've never lived it—how could you know their despair? How dare you ask them to keep holding on, just for your sense of hope?
In the end, even the most heart-wrenching stories are just… stories to the ones who listen.
"Meiko… so this is the strength you've given me. Thank you."
"From this moment on—we fight together."
He clenched his fist and struck the ground—cracking it open with a heavy thud. His hand was unscathed.
His power had grown. He picked up the Black Cleaver. It felt even lighter now… It needed more nichirin to be stronger.
Then he raked his sharp nails across his forearm—only to see sparks fly as if scratching metal. His skin had become iron-hard.
He sensed deeper changes in his body—though his internal strength was still behind the toughness of his skin.
He wasn't yet as durable as Meiko had been, but he believed that with continued growth, his steel body would become unbreakable.
After all, Meiko's natural physique had been far superior.
He checked his back—no new wings.
"That's probably because of the blood demon art. Meiko's ability was a passive trait—it could be passed to me directly."
"But blood demon arts… they're tied to a demon's obsession and nature. I'll need a vessel to use theirs. That vessel… must be the new wings I've been growing."
"Yeah… that's probably it…"
The Scorching Wings were his original blood demon art—its strange traits clearly linked to his use of Hinokami Kagura.
All the other powers stemmed from that.
As he fought more demons and used the Scorching Wings more, his understanding had deepened.
But many things still didn't make sense—like how the Scorching Wings selectively absorbed demons. Not all were accepted.
Those not chosen could only offer him some stamina and energy. But the chosen few—like Black Fang and Meiko—granted him real growth. Physical power, or blood demon techniques.
And then… there was the sunlight attribute.
If he accidentally hit himself with the Skyward Blade, he was sure even he wouldn't survive it.
Hinokami Kagura was clearly fire-based. If his wings had become literal flames, he might've accepted it.
But the Scorching Wings… were something else.
Infused with sunlight, able to cut down demons, to devour them—far beyond reason.
"Father… the Hinokami Kagura you passed to me and Tanjiro… it's far more extraordinary than I ever imagined…"
(End of Chapter)