Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (鬼滅の刃)

Thank goodness Nezuko went to sleep...

You rest well, now.

I'm not done yet.

I can still move.

This time, I'll see the fight through, right to the end!

"Episode Eight | Assemble"

You rub me the wrong way, you know?

You've got a good face.

You've got three wives.

You act all cool, too.

You're different, eh?

You're not like all those other Hashira we've killed.

I bet you were always something special

from the moment you were born, eh?

A chosen one, with real talent, eh?

I'm really jealous, you know?

I want you dead, and the sooner the better, you know?

Talent?

You think I've got talent, do you?

If you feel that way about little old me,

you must have lived a blissful life.

I guess, no matter how many centuries you live, if you're cooped up in a place like this,

you wouldn't know much about the real world.

What the hell would you know?!

Oh, I know,

and I bet you don't have a clue.

This is a big country,

packed with incredible people.

Some of them are real mysteries.

Some of them become Hashira just two months after taking up the sword...

You think I'm a chosen one?

Cut the crap!

You've got no idea just how many lives I've let slip through my fingers!

That's right...

I can't do what you did, Rengoku.

In that case, answer me this.

My Blood Sickles are laced with a lethal poison,

and it's been more than long enough,

so how come you're not dead yet, huh?!

Eh?!

I'm from a family of ninjas, you see.

I've built up a tolerance, so poison won't work on me.

Ninjas are long gone.

They were already extinct by the Edo period,

you filthy liar!

I'm not lying.

Ninjas still exist.

I had nine siblings.

By the time I was 15, seven were dead.

Our family was in decline, and since he felt that pressure,

Dad obsessively forced us through the toughest training.

The only survivors were me and one brother, two years my junior.

My brother was a perfect copy of Dad.

He thought like Dad and talked like Dad.

His subordinates were disposable.

His wife was there to give him an heir, even if it killed her.

He didn't care about what they wanted.

He was completely cold-blooded.

I don't want to be like him.

It must be tough, Tengen.

You've chosen a hard path...

You reject the formative values implanted in you from childhood,

even as you remain within the field of battle.

It must be agonizing.

You must be conflicted, burdened by countless contradictions.

Yet you, all of you, continue to face forward and fight...

...to protect the lives of others.

Thank you.

You are a splendid child.

I'm the one who ought to be grateful...

...to you, Master.

Because all I'd ever known was a world

where putting your life on the line was the norm,

where being good at everything was expected,

and feeling conflicted was for the weak and foolish.

Hmm? Hmm?

Hmm?

What are you laughing at?

So you are feeling the effects of the poison, little by little.

You were just acting tough, saying it won't work on you.

That's pretty pathetic, you know?

Nope, it doesn't work a bit!

Want me to dance you a jig?

I'm in such good form, I could eat a hundred bowls of tempura on rice!

All flashy-like!

Don't you kick my little sister, eh!

You piece of shit!

Some kind of special bomb, eh?

It's strong enough to damage a demon's body,

and it goes off at the slightest friction.

She must have cut them unawares, and taken the hit.

Because she just can't avoid attacks, you know?

The blade got longer!

He's holding the tip of the blade!

How does he have that much strength in his fingers?!

Go!

I've only got the one.

You chopped off my head, again!

You piece of shit!

You'll pay for this!

This is so frustrating!

How come I'm the only one getting cut up?!

Oh, I guess you've figured it out then, eh?

Figured what out?

Not that it matters if you've figured it out, eh.

Because you're already dying, little by little, you know?

Even as I speak, slowly but surely,

we're winning, you know?

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

You'd better not forget about me!

The great Inosuke is here, with his minion in tow!

Who... the hell are they?

What's happening?!

This way!

Please don't leave me here!

I can't!

Over here!

Anyone with injuries, over here!

Everyone else evacuate, please!

That was a pretty flashy entrance, boys!

I liked it a lot!

Bring as many grunts as you like.

It won't make your future any brighter, you know?!

You're all going to die,

so why the hell do you have hope in your eyes, eh?!

There are two demons now?

What's going on?

What's more, the sash demon isn't dead.

Are they both the Upper Rank Six?

Did it split into two?

If so,

this man is undoubtedly the main body.

He smells different.

His scent is so dense...

I feel like the back of my throat is going numb.

My hands are shaking...

From fatigue, perhaps?

Or...

...fear?

No.

Either way, I...

We...

We're gonna win this!

We're the Demon Slayer Corps!

You can't win!

Not when your one and only hope, the Hashira,

has gotten poisoned!

Poisoned?!

We'll win easily, you dumbass scrub!

It wouldn't be a fair fight if I didn't get a little poisoning as a handicap.

Don't act all tough!

Shut it!

Don't underestimate humanity!

These three here are my trained Tsuguko.

They've got the guts to stand their ground.

That's right!

You can tear them limb from limb, and they'll keep attacking!

Not to mention, I've already worked out how to defeat you!

We've got to decapitate both of you,

at the same time.

Isn't that right?

If not, you'd have no reason to split your powers.