Daemon naturally supported Kasumigaoka Utaha's decision to grow stronger, a pleased smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
[Chat Group]
Miyuki Uchiha: "Eh? Senpai wants to get stronger now? I remember when she first arrived in the Naruto World, she didn't even want to fight."
Yamamoto Mei: "Maybe Mr. Daemon influenced her."
Esdeath: "Excellent! Women who fight are so much more attractive. Utaha, this is a wise—no, an incomparably wise decision~!"
Luo Hao: "Esdeath is right. Utaha, though you don't need my guidance anymore, I'll still say this—your resolve proves you already carry the spirit of a martial artist!"
Sakura Tosaka: "Good luck, Sister Utaha!"
Erina Nakiri: "I've never been into fighting… but now I'm kind of excited. Go, Utaha!"
Shinobu Kocho: "It's like watching gods and angels rise…"
Jibril: "Hold on! Why is everyone cheering for little miss Utaha? Where's my support?"
Daemon: "Probably because they still see you as a ruthless bean-making machine."
Jibril: "Ouch! Mr. Daemon, that really stings!"
Saitama: "Want me to cheer for you? Go Birdman—I mean, I'm curious to see what move Daemon will use to beat you."
Jibril: "Tch! I'm not a Birdman! I'm a Celestial Wing, crafted by Lord Artosh, God of War!"
Saitama: "Huh? You've got wings, so you're a bird. What else am I supposed to call you? Women are weird."
Jibril: "Ughhhh—!"
Watching the chat group scroll rapidly, Daemon couldn't help but feel satisfied.
The atmosphere among the group was warmer than ever. It was a good sign.
After all, if everyone was like Muzan—loud, arrogant, and weak—then this place would be nothing but a headache.
Over the Atlantic Ocean...
With just over two hours remaining before the Demon Slayer world mission concluded, Daemon's trio had chosen an isolated battlefield—far away from Japan.
They couldn't bear to damage the birthplace of their anime memories.
Jibril hovered in the sky, her gaze indifferent. Below her, Kasumigaoka Utaha—transformed into a pink dragon—prepared for battle.
"Go ahead," Jibril said. "Strike first. You won't get another chance."
"Fine by me," Utaha replied without hesitation.
She knew full well that her power couldn't compare to Jibril's. Her dragon eyes spun into a Mangekyō Sharingan, and she opened her maw wide as heat began to gather.
"Heat!"
BOOM—!
A scorching inferno blasted forward—enough to incinerate an entire island.
But—
"You're too slow."
The voice came from beside her.
Her pupils shrank. Jibril had vanished from her vision, and in her place, a scythe of light gleamed ominously.
Too fast—far too fast.
Even her Mangekyō Sharingan couldn't track Jibril's movements!
"Kamui!"
Without hesitation, Utaha activated her dimensional defense.
Her dragon body phased into another dimension—an ability rooted in true space manipulation.
But pain came anyway.
Slash.
Just a single swing—and it tore through the Kamui dimension and the legendary defensive artifact, The Twelve Trials.
CRACK—!
The hundred-meter-long dragon was cleaved in two, blood cascading into the sea like a downpour.
"RRAAGHHH—!"
The dragon screamed in agony, but the damage wasn't fatal—not permanently.
The power of the Twelve Trials activated.
Utaha's torn body regenerated quickly, breath returning to her lungs.
"D-Did I… just die!?"
Floating shakily mid-air, Utaha stared at Jibril with horror.
Even with twelve lives… Jibril's blow broke through effortlessly.
And her Kamui—how did she hit her in another dimension!?
[Chat Group]
Esdeath: "Wait, wasn't Kamui supposed to let her dodge everything? And The Twelve Trials can tank a full city's destruction…"
Miyuki Uchiha: "You're right. But Jibril's spatial mastery lets her invade alternate dimensions. She can chase you down even in Kamui."
Yamamoto Mei: "As for defense… the Trials might resist a city-level blast, but Jibril's attacks are island-level at least. Even that casual slash probably sliced the sea floor."
Daemon: "And don't forget speed—Jibril can move 4,000 km in 0.02 seconds. That's 20 laps around the Earth in one second. To Utaha, it's basically time stop."
Esdeath: "...The more I hear, the more terrifying she sounds. I'm still too weak."
Luo Hao: "Unimaginable. Before I joined the chat, I thought god-slayers were the limit…"
Saitama: "Oh! That regeneration was quiet amazing. Spatial tricks too. Still not enough, though."
Daemon: "Well, against you, almost nothing is enough."
Saitama: "Oh… and here I thought I'd finally see something fun."
With a single strike, Jibril reminded everyone just how terrifying a Flügel truly was.
"You're too slow. Your defense is broken. Gonna rely on your twelve revives to stall me?"
She twirled her glowing scythe. "Too bad—I'll kill you twelve times in an instant."
"Hah… I'm not stalling."
Utaha's voice grew calm, steady. The fear in her eyes faded, replaced by determination.
So what if she died once? With the Twelve Trials, she had to taste death. That was the price of resurrection.
"I won't run anymore!"
Then—
"Spacing out again? Your combat instincts are still too dull," Jibril's voice whispered—behind her.
Utaha froze.
How!? Even her Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan couldn't track her!
But—
She had a trump card.
A power that could even restrain Jibril's speed.
Time—Stop.
Without a chant, without a gesture, time froze.
Winds halted. Ocean waves stood still. Even the birds hung motionless in the sky.
Luo Hao: "Time Stop… even though I've seen it before, it's still so broken."
Esdeath: "Wait—Daemon got caught off guard by that once, right?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Makes sense. Esdeath's time stop needs a chant and has a delay. Utaha's? Instant."
Luo Hao: "Even I can't sense the activation time. I only noticed when the wind stopped moving…"
Esdeath: "Damn, I really need to evolve my Ice Fruit more. I'll need a few strong guinea pigs from other worlds."
Sakura Tosaka: "Everyone's growing stronger… and I feel like I'm just standing still…"
Erina Nakiri: "It's okay, Sakura-chan. I'm no different… aside from having a Phoenix Zoan-type."
Sakura Tosaka: "..."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Pfft! Erina, that's the definition of overpowered! Poor Sakura…"
Erina Nakiri: "W-Wait! That wasn't meant to brag!"
Sakura Tosaka: "It's fine. Brother Daemon said the Holy Grail War is about to begin in my world… and then, I'll summon a powerful Servant."
Erina Nakiri: "That's wonderful! I'll be rooting for you, Sakura-chan!"
The excited chatter of the chat group didn't reach Kasumigaoka Utaha, not in this world—not in this moment.
Time had frozen.
Before her stood Jibril, motionless midair. Every second of this stillness felt like an eternity.
Utaha's breathing was ragged, her dragon form trembling under the strain of her last gamble.
One chance. That's all I've got.
Her crimson eyes narrowed.
"This is everything I've become... everything I've fought for."
Thunder crackled, fire roared, and her power surged to its peak.
"—Thunder Flame Dragon Hammer!"
A colossal roar echoed as the massive dragon surged forward, tearing through the frozen air. Fire and lightning twisted together, igniting the sky itself.
The sheer force created a hurricane as she slammed into Jibril's unguarded body with the weight of a meteor.
BOOM!!
The shockwave split clouds and cracked the earth below. Jibril's body was launched like a shooting star—vanishing beyond the distant horizon.
Utaha stood panting, her dragon form scorched and cracked. Time resumed its flow.
"...Did I get her?"
She strained her gaze toward the distant sky, hopeful—but the chill that ran down her spine was immediate.
"You've failed."
A soft, amused voice whispered beside her ear.
She turned slowly.
There stood Jibril, not a scratch on her flawless body. Her expression was calm... but her eyes glinted with cruel amusement.
"Even a hydrogen bomb couldn't harm me," she said, smiling. "What made you think that would?"
Utaha staggered back a step.
"Tens of thousands of meters... and you returned like nothing happened..."
"At my speed?" Jibril laughed. "Even being thrown off the planet wouldn't slow me down."
Her wings began to glow—terrifying magical pressure erupting from her form.
"This battle ends here, Dragonmaiden."
In an instant, the sky exploded with light.
Blood burst from Utaha's body before she could even scream. Her dragon skin regenerated through the Twelve Trials, but it wasn't fast enough.
Jibril's hands blurred—phantoms of destruction.
Heads severed. Hearts pierced. Limbs torn. Flames, lightning, mana blasts—each more brutal than the last.
Eleven deaths in a flash.
Sakura Tosaka: "That's… horrific."
Esdeath: "She chose this path."
Luo Hao: "And she's already gone far beyond what most people ever could."
Saitama: "She's barely holding on…"
Utaha's twelfth resurrection came with a trembling gasp, her broken body reformed in midair. Her eyes fluttered open only to see Jibril floating above her, grinning.
"This is your last life, Dragonmaiden," Jibril sneered. "Twelve times. That's your limit."
Mana surged in her palm.
"Five Percent Heavenly Strike!"
It wasn't elegant. It didn't need to be. It was raw destruction—magic at its most primal.
Even five percent could evaporate oceans.
BOOOOM!!
The sky became a blinding white. A mushroom cloud spiraled upward, blanketing the heavens. The very air was torn apart.
Kasumigaoka Utaha vanished in the explosion. Nothing remained but a smoldering scrap of flesh.
Daemon caught it gently in his hand.
Within seconds, it began to regenerate—scales reforming, flesh knitting itself together. Then, in his arms, the black-haired girl returned, red eyes dulled with exhaustion.
Her voice barely came out.
"...I lost."
Her head leaned against his chest. She had no strength left, not even to hold herself upright.
But there was no regret.
She had started as nothing—an ordinary girl. But she had become a dragon who could fight gods.
That was enough.
Daemon looked down at her, brushing aside her messy hair.
"I'm proud of you, Utaha."
He rested his forehead against hers, his voice soft and warm.
"You truly are my Dragon Girl."
Utaha said nothing. But her flushed cheeks, the way her fingers gripped his shirt, said more than words ever could.
For a long moment, the chat group fell silent.
Even the wildest personalities knew better than to interrupt something like this.
...Well, most of them.
"Oi, oi, are you two done yet?"
Jibril hovered in the sky, arms crossed, pouting like a child denied a toy.
"I just shattered your precious Dragon Girl twelve times, Daemon. I think I've earned my fight."
Daemon looked up at her, unfazed.
"Toss me a fairy bean."
"Huh?" Jibril blinked. "Oh, sure."
She casually tossed a bean his way, then hesitated... and popped one into her mouth herself.
She hadn't been injured. Not really. But Daemon wasn't someone to take lightly.
Better safe than sorry.
Daemon gently fed the bean to Utaha.
Within moments, color returned to her face. She sat up suddenly, eyes wide.
"What... this thing... it even restores my Twelve Trials?!"
She stared at the bean in awe.
"Just one bean, and I'm completely restored! It's like... it's like an immortal elixir!"
Jibril puffed her chest out proudly, wings fluttering behind her.
"Well, of course! That's the power of my fairy beans! Aren't they perfect?"
Daemon smiled and cupped Utaha's cheek.
"You've done enough. Rest."
She nodded, eyes lingering on him.
Then, his gaze turned back to Jibril.
The air changed.
Kasumigaoka Utaha quietly returned to her own world, leaving the battlefield behind.
Now, only two figures remained suspended in the sky.
"It's just the two of us now, Mr. Daemon," Jibril said with a gleam in her eyes, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"From the very first day I joined the chat group, I've dreamed of fighting you!"
She gripped her light-bladed scythe tightly, wings spread wide behind her, radiating divine power.
Her gaze locked onto Daemon with an intensity that bordered on madness—battlelust burning like wildfire in her golden eyes.
Daemon hovered silently across from her, his expression calm and unreadable. Then, his voice cut through the air like a blade.
"Jibril, tell me something."
His eyes narrowed slightly, fixing on her with quiet resolve.
"Do you still have enough fairy beans left in reserve?"
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