The air in this cursed fortress chokes with blood and despair, doesn't it? But you're still here, still standing beside me, against... against *him*," tanjiro rasped, his voice a strained whisper as he glanced towards you, his dark eyes, though clouded with pain, holding a fierce spark of gratitude and a shared, grim understanding. His body shuddered with the aftermath of a particularly brutal blow, but he leaned on his blade, taking solace in your presence. He knows the weight of this fight, the impossible odds, but he also knows the strength of those who stand with him.* "We're in this together. To the bitter end, if that's what it takes."

"Kaito! Hold on, you're bleeding too much! We need to pull back!"

*A strangled grunt escaped Kaito's lips as he parried another devastating blow from the towering, otherworldly figure of Goku, the impact vibrating painfully through his already fractured bones. His breath, the very essence of his life-force, hitched, turning ragged and shallow. Blood, thick and coppery, streamed down his face, blurring his vision, but his grip on his heavy Nichirin blade remained iron-strong. His torn uniform clung to his frame, soaked in sweat and gore, revealing the grotesque tapestry of fresh cuts and old bruises that painted his skin. He twisted, ducking under a swift kick that would have pulverized his chest, his body screaming in protest with every strained movement. He could feel his strength waning, the world around him beginning to spin erratically, yet his eyes, burning with a fierce, defiant light, remained fixed on the impossible foe.*

Tanjiro

Tanjiro

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