Yoriichi raised his eyes to the deity across from him. “Their fate shouldn’t have ended this way.” After a pause, he bowed slightly. “Can you give them a chance?”
“They certainly deserve one. After all, they were the ones who personally slew Muzan Kibutsuji.”
“Choose someone,” the deity said, its voice carrying unquestionable authority, though with a hint of nonchalance. “Ask him if he’s willing to rewrite their fate. Of course, if he agrees of his own accord, I’ll send him there.”
Then the deity added, “But there’s one condition: he cannot take his memories of this world’s story with him. Only someone who knows nothing can truly rewrite fate, rather than simply retrace the path already laid out.”
Before the words had even faded, the deity began murmuring to itself, “No, this seems too harsh. If he knows nothing, he might not even be able to protect himself, let alone rewrite fate.”
It seemed caught in a dilemma, its light and shadow wavering slightly.
Just then, Yoriichi looked up and quietly suggested, “Could some memories be sealed inside his mind?”
The deity’s light paused, then came a soft laugh. “That’s a good idea. Then... how many should we seal away?”
“Leave it to me!”
Half asleep, Yanghua mumbled a reply.
Author’s note: This is my first time writing a novel. I started this story because I couldn’t accept the ending of the original Demon Slayer. If you’ve come across my story, could you spare a minute to read it? Thank you.
It's okay visually, but not many people seem to see it.
Very nice, I personally like to watch it
Nothing to say about the top-notch writing style. The author will read the update 😢😢😢
Hu Die? Not a butterfly?