Demon Slayer: Possessed for Five Minutes, Caught in a Showdown Between Two Hashira

[Fake Death, White Moonlight] [Two Male Leads, Romantic Rivalry] [Female-Oriented Fanfiction] [Career-Driven Heroine] [A Battle of Wills]

On the third day after my death, Yiyong finally came to my grave. He brought no flowers, only set down a wooden comb and said softly, "You said your hair was a mess last time. It took me a long time to find this." Then he turned away, his shoulders trembling. Whenever Kyojuro returned covered in blood, he brought my favorite glutinous rice dumplings. He would eat half and say to the empty air, "The other half is for you."

They both believe I died because they failed to protect me, and even now they refuse to speak to each other. But they don't know that I never went to the underworld. Instead, I became a spirit drifting above the Demon Slayer Corps. I soothe their pain with my singing, and when hidden weapons fly at them, I possess them and take the blows in their place. Everyone thinks they are blessed by the gods. Only I watch them and smile.

Until one day, an Upper Rank Demon sneered and revealed the truth about my death. I whipped around, only to see Yiyong and Kyojuro draw their swords at the same time, with the same madness and murderous intent in their eyes. It turned out they had both been secretly avenging me.