Demon Slayer: Resurrection in Mugen Train

On the day I died, the snow was heavy and my wife and children cried very softly. My name is Kamado Tanjuro, and I'm just a charcoal seller who can dance the fire kagura dance. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his son covered in blood and screaming at the ghost. And behind him, the Yanzhu's sword was shattering inch by inch. Yiwozuo's fist was already pressed against Purgatory Xingjulang's throat. Shang Xian Zhi San smiled ferociously: "Humans, here we are..." The words have not yet finished. A sun disk was gently placed on the side of his neck. The hand holding the knife was thin and trembling slightly, but as steady as a rock. "Sorry." I coughed twice, and the fire ignited from the blade, illuminating the fear that had not been seen in the ghost eyes for a hundred years. "Can my son... Take a breath first?"