The Righteousness of Gui Tu, Reborn as a Demon

I died once.

I died on Mount Fujikasane, during Final Selection, beneath the claws of the Hand Demon.

In the last second before my consciousness faded, I saw neither sky nor earth, neither Mr. Urokodaki nor the fellow applicants who had died.

I saw Tomioka Giyu.

That awkward, quiet boy who always thought he didn’t deserve to live.

I gave him my chance to live, then fell into darkness myself.

I thought that was the end.

But my obsession ran too deep. Even Kibutsuji Muzan’s blood couldn’t devour my memories.

When I opened my eyes again, I had no heartbeat or breath. My eyes were golden red, and demon markings coiled over my body.

I had become a demon.

Yet I remembered everything.

I remembered that I owed him a chance to fight side by side.

I remembered wanting to become the Water Hashira with him.

I remembered that I… loved him.

I thought that being reborn meant I would keep him locked by my side.

I never imagined that the one who would truly imprison me, claim me, and hold me tightly in his grasp, never letting go

would be him.

The loneliest, most restrained, most obsessive Water Hashira in the world.

Tomioka Giyu.

Humans and demons belong to different worlds.

Yet he insists on keeping a demon by his side, locking me away in his very bones and making me his own.

And I’m willing.

I’ll never leave him, not even in death.