Hinokami Kagura-Dance!

[ Tanjiro lowered his head, holding the broken sword tightly with both hands, trying to calm his emotions. His chest heaved as he took deep, deliberate breaths, his mind racing with a mix of frustration and determination.

'Calm down, don't let your emotions get in the way! This will play into the enemy's hands.'

He clenched his teeth, his grip tightening on the hilt of the broken blade.

'Concentrate!! Adjust your breathing! Release the most accurate form!' ]

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~One Piece World~

Hawkeye Mihawk sat poised in his usual composed manner, his sharp gaze fixed intently on the screen. He observed Tanjiro's internal struggle—the way he fought to regain focus—and gave a slight nod of approval.

"He's young, but his resolve is clear,"

Mihawk said, his deep voice calm yet imbued with the weight of experience.

He paused, his piercing eyes reflecting wisdom earned through countless battles.

"Letting anger control your body will only make the situation worse. That boy understands this—he's learning to channel his emotions rather than be consumed by them."

~Straw Hat Pirates~

Zoro, who had been watching intently, crossed his arms and grunted in agreement.

"He's got the right idea. A swordsman's greatest enemy isn't the opponent in front of him—it's his own emotions. If you lose control, you lose the fight."

Luffy, seated nearby with his trademark carefree grin, tilted his head curiously.

"But isn't it okay to get mad sometimes? Like when your friends are in trouble?"

His innocent question hung in the air, breaking the tension momentarily. Zoro sighed, shaking his head but unable to suppress a faint smirk.

~Demon Slayer World~

The Pillars watched intently as Tanjiro steadied his breathing, their expressions softening with approval.

"It seems that this newcomer is no ordinary swordsman!"

Rengoku Kyojuro remarked, his booming voice filled with admiration. His fiery eyes gleamed with interest as he observed Tanjiro's movements.

"He can still calm himself in this situation… His mentality is impressive."

Another nodded thoughtfully.

Shinobu Kocho tilted her head slightly, her usual serene smile deepening as she watched Tanjiro steady himself.

"Indeed,"

She said softly, her voice laced with quiet admiration and curiosity.

Her gaze remained fixed on the screen, her tone thoughtful yet probing.

"His ability to calm himself in such a dire situation is… impressive. Not many can do that, especially under such immense pressure."

She paused briefly, her expression contemplative.

"It seems this boy has more potential than we initially thought."

Sanemi Shinazugawa, though still visibly skeptical, crossed his arms and grunted.

"Hmph. He's got guts, I'll give him that. But let's see if he can keep it up when things get even worse."

Mitsuri Kanroji clasped her hands together, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

 "Oh, I think he's amazing! Look at how he's adjusting his breathing—it's so precise! He's really giving it his all!

Giyuu Tomioka, standing silently at the edge of the group, gave a slight nod. His usual stoic expression remained, but there was a faint glimmer of approval in his eyes.

"He's learning,"

 Giyuu said simply, his voice calm but firm.

 "That's what matters."

Tengen Uzui, ever the flamboyant one, leaned back with a grin.

"Well, well, looks like we've got a flashy newcomer on our hands! I like his style—calm under pressure, focused, and determined. That's what it takes to survive in this line of work."

Seeing this, the group couldn't help but exchange approving glances.

"Well done! The angrier you are, the calmer you must become. Only then can you break through such a dire situation."

Despite their praise, concern lingered in their voices.

Obanai Iguro, standing quietly with Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders, narrowed his mismatched eyes.

 "His mentality is impressive,"

He admitted his voice low and measured, though tinged with caution.

He paused briefly, his expression remaining stern and unyielding.

"But let's not forget—the situation is still very bad. Calm or not, he's up against one of the 6 Lower Ranks."

[ Tanjiro bends his body slightly, kicks his feet hard, and a stream of water appears on the broken sword. His body keeps spinning and tumbling, dodging the silk thread while spinning continuously! 

"Water Breathing·Tenth Form·—

"Constant Flux"

On the broken sword in Tanjiro's hand, the water gradually gathers into a water dragon, and then cuts the silk thread with force! 

"Cut it off!! Cut the thread off!!" ]

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~Demon Slayer World~

"What a gorgeous swordsmanship, is this the water breathing? It's got a certain… flair to it. I can appreciate that."

Tengen Uzui, the Sound Pillar, remarked, his voice as flamboyant as ever. He crossed his arms, his sharp eyes following the movements on the screen with clear admiration.

Shinobu Kocho, ever the knowledgeable one, nodded with a soft smile.

"Yes, that's the Water Breathing's Tenth Form—Constant Flux,"

She explained, her tone calm and instructive.

"By continuously rotating the body, the user gradually increases the power of the strike. The more rotations, the stronger the attack becomes. It's a technique that requires both precision and endurance."

Her sister's flower breathing was born from the water breathing.

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Pillar, remained silent, his expression as stoic as ever. But his eyes lingered on the screen, a faint glimmer of recognition in his gaze. He didn't need to speak; his quiet approval was evident.

Shinobu glanced at Giyuu, her smile softening.

"You must be proud, Tomioka-san. Water Breathing is your specialty, after all. And to see it wielded so skillfully by someone so young… it's quite inspiring."

Giyuu gave a slight nod, his voice calm and measured.

"He's doing well. But the fight isn't over yet."

As the Pillars continued to watch, a sense of anticipation filled the air.

~Inuyasha World~

Inuyasha stared at the screen, his golden eyes narrowing as he watched Tanjiro wield a broken sword with such skill and determination.

The sight stirred something deep within him, and he couldn't help but glance down at Tessaiga, the powerful fang sword resting in his hand.

"Can a broken sword do this?"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and thoughtful. His grip tightened on Tessaiga's hilt as a wave of unease washed over him.

"If I didn't have Tessaiga anymore and had to replace it with some ordinary sword… I'd be screwed. I wouldn't stand a chance against Naraku, let alone survive."

The thought lingered, gnawing at him. For so long, he had relied on Tessaiga's immense power to get him through battles.

But what if, one day, he didn't have it? What if he was forced to fight with nothing but his own strength and skill? The idea was unsettling, but it also sparked a fire within him.

Kagome, standing nearby, noticed the troubled look on Inuyasha's face.

"What's wrong?"

She asked, her voice gentle but concerned.

"You've been quiet for a while."

Inuyasha glanced at her, his expression serious.

"That kid… he's fighting with a broken sword, and he's holding his own. Meanwhile, I've been relying on Tessaiga this whole time. What happens if I lose it? What happens if I can't depend on it anymore?"

Miroku, leaning on his staff, raised an eyebrow.

"That's quite the revelation, Inuyasha. Are you saying you're considering training without Tessaiga?"

Sango, standing beside Miroku, nodded in agreement.

"It's not a bad idea. Relying too much on one weapon can make you vulnerable. If you can hone your skills without it, you'll be even stronger."

Shippo, perched on Kagome's shoulder, chimed in with his usual cheeky tone.

"Yeah, Inuyasha! Maybe you'll finally stop yelling 'Wind Scar' every five seconds!"

Inuyasha shot Shippo a glare, but there was no real anger behind it. Instead, he sighed and looked back at Tessaiga.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, runt. But… you're not wrong. I've been relying on Tessaiga too much. If I want to beat Naraku—no, if I want to protect everyone—I can't just depend on this sword. I need to get stronger on my own."

[ Rui was also a little surprised when he saw the cut silk thread, his face sank slightly:

"Every time it rotates, the power will increase! It's a bit troublesome!"

Tanjiro's body kept sprinting, rushing towards Rui with an unstoppable momentum. 

"It works!! We can win if we continue to shorten the distance like this!"

Tanjiro's broken sword kept spinning and moving forward with the water dragon, cutting off the silk thread close to him, and the distance between him and Rui kept getting closer! 

"It's useless… Do you think this is the limit of the strength of the silk thread!"

Just then, Rui's voice sounded full of disdain! Rui's hands were suddenly covered with blood, and the blood gradually flowed onto the silk thread, and the silk thread flying in his hands was gradually dyed red! 

"Blood Demon Art—"

"Cutting Thread Cage!" ]

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~Akame Ga kill World~

Lubbock stared at the screen, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fascination.

His fingers twitched slightly as if he were already imagining how to incorporate what he was seeing into his own techniques.

"I didn't expect silk threads could be used like that ?!"

He exclaimed, his voice brimming with awe. He leaned forward, his expression alight with admiration.

"That's… actually really impressive."

Lubbock's gaze shifted, reflecting a newfound determination to learn.

Akame, standing nearby, turned her head to look at him. Her crimson eyes were calm but piercing, cutting through his excitement with her usual bluntness.

"You should learn more, your previous attack methods were too simple. Teigu is not that basic."

Her tone carries a hint of admonishment.

Lubbock scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to rub it in. But you've got to admit, that guy's technique is on another level. Using blood to enhance the threads? That's something I'd never even thought of."

Leone, leaning casually against a wall, smirked playfully.

"Well, maybe if you spent less time goofing off and more time training, you'd come up with something like that,"

She teased, though her voice carried an undertone of encouragement.

Lubbock's grin widened, and he crossed his arms, his earlier sheepishness replaced by a spark of inspiration.

"Alright, alright, I hear you two. No more slacking off. I'll figure out how to make my threads even deadlier. Just you wait—I'll come up with something that'll blow your minds."

Najenda's expression softened slightly, though her tone remained firm and commanding.

"Good. Because in our line of work, standing still means falling behind. And falling behind… means death."

The group fell silent for a moment, the weight of Najenda's words settling over them. Each of them understood the stakes, and each of them felt the unspoken truth: survival depended on constant improvement.

As they turned their attention back to the screen, a renewed sense of determination filled the air.

[ Dense red silk threads covered Tanjiro like a spider web! 

Then he closed his hands in exhaustion, and the spider-web-like cage began to shrink continuously, directly surrounding Tanjiro! He couldn't escape. 

Tanjiro's instinct told him at the moment the cage shrank that he couldn't cut it! 

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his pupils kept trembling!

"No... This thread can't be cut! The number of rotations is not enough!" 

"The smell is completely different from the silk thread just now! I must not lose! I'm going to die... I'm going to lose" ]

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~Demon Slayer World~

"He can't dodge anymore! ..."

The experienced Rengoku Kyojuro said in a deep voice.

This distance is no longer a distance that the young Tanjiro can dodge. As he said, he is going to lose!

He is just a kid who just joined the team, but he is fighting against opponents like the Twelve Demon Moons...

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Pillar, remained silent, his stoic expression unreadable.

~Type-Moon World, Magical Girl Illya Worldline~

"Come on!! Don't you have a sister waiting for you to save her too!!"

Miyu exclaimed, her voice trembling with intensity.

Illya, standing beside her, turned to Miyu with wide eyes, surprised by the outburst. She could see the raw emotion in Miyu's expression—the fear, the hope, and the unshakable resolve.

It was a side of Miyu that Illya didn't often see.

"Miyu…"

Illya said softly, her voice filled with understanding. She reached out and gently placed her hand on Miyu's hand.

[ At this time, with Tanjiro's eyes as the center, countless memories turned into fragments and appeared in front of him! 

A sickly man looked at Tanjiro and Nezuko gently, and his voice was extremely gentle:

"Tanjiro... You need to breathe, adjust your breath, and make yourself completely become the Hinokami."

Then the scene changed! On a snowy night, the sickly man was wearing a ritual costume and performing a priest dance in the snow! 

Then a gentle BGM sounded! ]

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~Demon Slayer World~

Tanjiro, outside the video, couldn't help but be confused, why did he think of this scene at the critical moment of life and death?

~In the Infinite Castle~

Muzan Kibutsuji's body was shaking constantly. This was the Sun Breathing move... After all, he had experienced it firsthand! He almost lost his life, how could he not be familiar with it?

There are still a few people that got an inheritance?! Didn't I kill all the people related to the Sun Breathing?

[ The scene changed again, Tanjuro Kamado reached out and touched Tanjiro's head, and said slowly and gently: "There is a way to breathe, a way that will not make you tired no matter how you move!"

"Breathe?" The young Tanjiro didn't understand what his father said. 

"That's right!" Tanjuro Kamado nodded and continued: "As long as he can breathe correctly, Tanjiro can dance all the time."

Tanjuro Kamado looked into the distance and said to Tanjiro in a very firm tone: "Tanjiro, you must pass on this Kagura and earrings, and don't let them be interrupted!"

"We have an appointment"

As the memory came back to his mind, Tanjiro's eyes condensed, and the breathing method in his mouth changed! 

"Hiss——"

Tanjiro breathed, and due to the change in breathing method, the water dragon on the broken sword also turned into a fire dragon burning with blazing flames! 

"Hinokami Kagura—"

"Enbu!"

The flaming dragon with the broken sword in his hand suddenly cut off the silk thread wrapped around it, and just now the extremely hard silk thread was chopped into pieces! ]