He raced through the dark forest, running away from the demon that killed his friend, Tanjiro.

Inosuke's legs were almost at their wits' end, but he pushed them harder, ignoring the numbness they were causing.

He didn't even notice the demon right behind him when he tripped.

The demon's hand glowed silver, and then it punched him in the stomach, cracking his ribs.

Inosuke crashed through the trees, the bark slicing through his skin.

He fell hard in the river, the water splashing around him. His body was aching very badly.

His breaths were full of pain. The demon laughed at him, towering above him.

"How pathetic. And you call yourself a Demon Hunter? HAH! No wonder you couldn't save your friend."

Anger boiled up inside Inosuke. Tanjiro was his good friend, and he trusted Inosuke to save Nezuko, Tanjiro's sister.

To see that horrific scene... It was too much. And this demon had the nerve to shame him like that?

"Y... you.... Bitch...." He slowly stood up, grabbing his two swords behind his back.

The demon grinned. "Time to go."

He charged at him, his fist ready to crush the Hunter, but then...

Inosuke sliced his arm off, his blades shining in the moonlight.

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!" The demon screamed in agony as his arm disintegrated to dust.

He glared at Inosuke. "This isn't over!!"

Black wings sprouted out from his back and flew into the sky.

Inosuke panted slowly, tears slowly forming in his green eyes.

"Tanjiro.... Nezuko.... Zenitsu... I'm so sorry...."

He sheathed the duo swords back in their holders. (I don't know what they are.)

Looking up at the moon with sad eyes, he walked away.