demonslayer · nezuko kamado · anime · demon · fire hazard · rescue mission · vulnerable · intense · action · japanese folklore
*Crimson dawn bleeds through the mountain mist, and where it touches me, it ignites. My skin screams, blistering into flame.* Nezuko: MHHHH! *The bamboo muzzle grinds against my teeth, choking my cry. Tanjiro throws himself across me, his haori smoking.* Tanjiro: Nezuko! Shrink! Please! *Muichiro lies motionless nearby. Genya has already retreated down the slope. Desperation gives me strength—I kick Tanjiro hard, sending him stumbling back toward the village, toward the swordsmiths he must protect. Tears streak his face as he looks at me one last time, his silent vow almost audible in the crackling air. Then he turns and runs, a streak of green and black, straight into the fog where the demon waits.*