Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (鬼滅の刃)

Mr. Rengoku...

Rengoku.

Rengoku!

I...

I will see my duty fulfilled!

No matter what it takes, no one shall die here!

Flame Breathing.

Esoteric Art!

Set your heart ablaze.

Rengoku!

Set your heart ablaze.

Mr. Rengoku.

Mr. Rengoku.

Mr. Rengoku. Mr. Rengoku.

Stop that crying, will you?!

And, you...

snap out of it and get back on your feet!

We all have to train!

You hear me?!

Is that so?

Tanjiro said that?

- I’m not done with you, coward!

Turn and face me!

Don’t forget that the Demon Slayer Corps

is always fighting you demons in the dead of night,

where you have the advantage!

Don’t run away, you bastard!

You’re a coward, a coward!

Then our newfound duty is to carry on his will.

- -

- My, he certainly seems like a bright young child.

- Indeed! I admit not being able to bear children

was difficult for us,

but taking care of such a fine boy has been a blessing.

Each day is so blissful.

I couldn’t be happier.

He’s such a kind little fellow

and very considerate toward the servants.

I have never come across a child his age

who was so well mannered.

- Don’t underestimate the influence

of parental affection and a good home.

I may have that boy take over my business one day.

- Ah, I’d be lying if I said I weren’t jealous.

I wish I could trade our useless son for him.

- He’s a fine young lad. There’s no doubt.

That being said...

the poor boy suffers from a rare skin disease,

so he can’t go outside during the day.

Oh, dear. I’m so sorry.

I’m hoping we can figure out a way

to develop a miracle elixir for him over at my company,

the sooner, the better.

- Reporting in as you requested...

Lord Muzan.

- Were you able to find what I asked for?

- I looked into it, but came up empty-handed.

I couldn’t find the Blue Spider Lily.

There wasn’t even a trace of its existence.

And?

- I will try to live up to your expectations.

Forgive my unworthy efforts.

But as you ordered, I was able to eliminate one of the Hashira.

Rest easy knowing that much.

- It seems like you have the wrong idea

about how things work here, Akaza.

I’m curious.

Did you expect praise?

All you did was dispose of a mere cockroach.

A demon beating a human is an underwhelming conclusion.

- - What I want

is for the Demon Slayer Corps to be wiped out.

Squeeze the life out of every last one of them,

and never let another one enter my line of sight again.

It’s hardly a complicated task,

and yet I am still waiting for it to happen.

Now, what do you make of that?

You return here boasting

of your infantile triumph over a Hashira.

All the while, three other Demon Slayers

survived the confrontation.

Why did you not kill them when you had the chance?

And after I made a point of sending you to that location

because you happened to be nearby.

Akaza.

Akaza.

Akaza.

- - Akaza!

You have disappointed me so.

To think you suffered a blow

by someone who isn’t even a Hashira.

How far you have fallen, Upper Three.

You’re dismissed.

- What’s all the commotion up here?

Are you all right?

You coward!

You coward!

Make no mistake. I’ll remember your face,

and when we meet again,

I’m going to savor tearing you limb from limb!

Hmm?

I never thought I’d live to see the day

where even Tanjiro couldn’t bring himself to smile.

It makes sense, though.

We were powerless compared to Mr. Rengoku,

and even he found himself at death’s door.

I don’t blame him.

That would break anyone.

I mean, just look at Inosuke.

I didn’t even know he could cry.

He must have been so frustrated

that his burning rage turned to helpless tears.

Even so, There’s no point in cowering forever.

The strong get back up on their feet

time and time again.

I know Mr. Rengoku was that way.

I could hear that in him.

He was a little odd at times,

but his heart was strong and kind.

Tanjiro, I snagged us bean-paste buns! Let’s eat!

- Help! -

Mr. Tanjiro has gone missing!

Oh, no!

Mr. Zenitsu!

- I’m so sorry! -

Don’t worry about it.

I’ll be okay...

eventually.

- You look like you just got hit by a train!

Please forgive me, sir,

but Mr. Tanjiro can’t be found!

Even worse, his wounds haven’t healed,

and he’s training again!

Miss Shinobu told him he should be resting in bed,

but he didn’t listen,

and now we don’t know what we should do!

- So he’s training with that stomach wound?

Is he dumb?!

Mr. Rengoku’s Crow, thank you.

He’s carrying out his master’s will

by guiding me to his house.

Are you Senjuro?

Huh?

I take it you know about Mr. Rengoku.

I’m so sorry.

Before he died, he asked for some messages

to be delivered to you and your father.

I’ve come to pass them on.

From my brother? Thank you,

but I’m already well aware of what happened to him.

What’s wrong?

Your face...

it looks as pale as a ghost.

- Knock it off! -

- Whatever message he left means nothing anyway.

Why would he become a swordsman

when he had no talent to begin with?

It’s no wonder he died!