Inside the dim chamber of the Ubuyashiki estate, the assembled Hashira stood in silence, tension heavy in the air. The paper doors closed gently behind Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke as they entered the room, summoned alongside the Corps' strongest.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki sat calmly at the head, his breath steady, his hands gently folded. The faint sound of the wind outside brushed against the silence like a whisper.
"I have called this meeting," Kagaya began, his voice low yet resolute, "because a shadow of our past has returned to light."
He turned slightly, his face angled toward Sanemi and Obanai. "Did you truly believe… either of you stood a chance?"
The room stilled.
Kagaya's tone remained soft—but every word carried weight. "Against a man who slaughtered six demons… each one comparable to an Upper Moon? Alone?"
Sanemi's brows furrowed. Obanai looked away.
"And that same man," Kagaya continued, "faced Muzan Kibutsuji himself… and survived. Not only that—he forced the Demon King to retreat."
A wave of shock swept the room.
Zenitsu's jaw dropped. "H-He fought Muzan?!"
Inosuke blinked. "That guy was insane! And he still didn't even fight seriously with me!"
Tanjiro lowered his head, piecing together what he already suspected. "That power… that presence… it wasn't human."
Kagaya gave a faint smile. "Because Sahiru Orasawa… is no longer just a Demon Slayer. He is a force of nature born from loss, sharpened by hatred, and tempered by love. We are fortunate he stands with us."
The Hashira remained quiet—some contemplative, others disbelieving. But the truth was undeniable.
In this war, their greatest blade had finally been unsheathed.