Demon Slayer: Tanjiro becomes a ghost, Nezuko becomes a pillar!

Chapter 155 Absurd and Funny

As the soft sound of a blade slicing into flesh echoed in his dream, Tanjiro felt a sudden lightness throughout his body.

The vast expanse of white snow and wooden houses before my eyes instantly crumbled into fragments of illusory images.

He suddenly broke free from the shackles of the dream, his consciousness snapping back to reality, returning him to the cramped space on the train roof, enveloped in dark, fleshy blood.

Before he could even catch his breath, the moment he opened his eyes, countless eerie eyes, each engraved with the character "壹" (one), came into view from all directions.

The eyes on the writhing flesh were staring intently at him.

No matter which direction he looks, there is no way to avoid it.

A wave of drowsiness, even more intense than before, crashed down on me, making my eyelids feel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

In an instant, Tanjiro's vision went black again, and he fell back into the deepest part of Nightmare's dream without any power to resist.

"Here we go again..."

He murmured helplessly to himself and stood once again in that familiar snowfield.

This time, he did not hesitate at all, knowing that only by severing himself could he break free from the dream.

So he raised his hand and placed the Nichirin Blade against his neck again, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down fiercely.

"Pfft—"

Consciousness returned, eyes opened, gazes met, then sleep returned, falling into a dream, and then self-destructively awoke...

One cycle after another played out on Tanjiro, like an endless torment.

Each time, he fought desperately to sever himself, and each time he managed to break free briefly.

But every time he opened his eyes, those omnipresent eyes would lock onto his gaze, leaving him no chance to close them and escape.

The car roof was completely surrounded by flesh and blood, with tentacles spreading from his head, sides, and feet, and eyes piled up densely.

Whether he tilts his head, lowers his head, or turns around, he is destined to meet those eerie eyes.

Once, twice, ten times, dozens of times...

Through repeated suicide attempts and awakenings, Tanjiro's consciousness gradually becomes blurred, and his spirit is repeatedly pulled to the brink of collapse.

He began to lose sight of reality and dreams, unable to distinguish whether the pain in his neck was real or an illusion.

He couldn't even tell whether what he held in his hand was a Nichirin Blade for slaying demons or a weapon aimed at him.

His movements became increasingly mechanical, his eyes increasingly vacant, the flames around him flickered, and the ghostly markings on his face appeared and disappeared intermittently. He was caught between reality and dreams, teetering on the brink of collapse.

In the final moment, Tanjiro no longer needed to fall into a dream. With his eyes closed, he instinctively aimed his Nichirin Blade at his neck, tightening his fingertips as if to bring it down again.

He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion; he only remembered the twisted thought that "only by cutting himself can he wake up," and mechanically repeated his desperate actions.

Just as the blade was about to touch his skin, a rough and powerful hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcefully stopping the knife.

"Don't be fooled, Tanjiro! This isn't a dream!"

Inosuke's rough and anxious roar rang in my ears, carrying his unique recklessness and seriousness.

Tanjiro opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into view was Inosuke's iconic boar head mask.

The two empty eye sockets on the hood were staring straight at him, blocking his view and preventing him from looking anywhere else, let alone making eye contact with the people around him.

What stunned Tanjiro even more was that Inosuke's body was clearly facing away from him.

He used both hands and two swords to block the tentacles that were attacking from all directions.

But the wild boar head mask turned completely in his direction.

"Huh??? Inosuke... your head can turn around? You... you've become a demon?"

Tanjiro opened his mouth blankly, his mind completely unable to process what was happening. Even the exhaustion from his repeated suicide attempts was dispelled by this bizarre scene.

"Idiot! I'm a perfectly normal human being, not a ghost! The hood just turned around, it's not my head!"

As Inosuke roared, he slashed horizontally with his twin swords, severing three attacking tentacles, his tone full of disdain for Tanjiro's intelligence.

He simply turned the boar head mask slightly, keeping his own head facing forward while fighting, making it look like his head and body were reversed, which completely fooled Tanjiro.

Tanjiro stood there, completely stunned, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He watched as Inosuke turned and shielded him with his body, his twin swords flashing around him like a blur of blades.

All the tentacles were stopped half a step away, and for a moment they forgot that they were in danger.

"What are you standing there for! Let's go!"

Inosuke cursed, grabbed Tanjiro's arm, and dragged him along, stepping over the writhing flesh, towards the edge of the train roof.

There wasn't much flesh and blood entwined around the train's edges, and the tentacles were relatively sparse. As long as you didn't deliberately look up, you wouldn't make eye contact with those eyes at all, and you finally got rid of the ever-present threat of hypnosis.

Once he regained his footing, Tanjiro finally let out a long sigh of relief, swaying as if all his strength had left him. He looked at Inosuke, who was still on guard beside him, and finally asked the question that had been troubling him the most.

"Inosuke... why are you completely unaffected when you look at those eyes? No matter how Enmu tries to hypnotize you, you won't fall asleep."

Upon hearing this, Inosuke tilted his head, his boar head mask swaying slightly. He looked completely unconcerned, slashed off a tentacle that had sneaked over with his sword, and then casually replied.

"Who knows? Anyway, when I looked at those ugly eyes, I realized they weren't looking at me at all; they were all looking at the top of my head."

Top of the head?

Tanjiro raised his head in a daze, and following Inosuke's words, looked straight at the boar headgear he was wearing.

When my gaze fell upon the two carved, upward-facing eye sockets on the hood...

Tanjiro was suddenly stunned, then realized what was going on. He felt both annoyed and amused, and almost lost his balance.

The eyes of Nightmare, filled with blood demon magic, stared back at the fake eyes on Inosuke's hood from beginning to end.

Inosuke's real eyes looked elsewhere through the gaps in the hood, never making eye contact with any of the other eyes, thus making him immune to hypnosis from beginning to end.

Meanwhile, Enmu, hiding in the core, thought Inosuke was looking directly into his eyes, unaware that his Blood Demon Art was being used against a lifeless boar head mask from beginning to end—a ridiculous and laughable situation.

Having figured this out, Tanjiro's tense mind completely relaxed. The despair and exhaustion from the previous cycle of self-slashing vanished, replaced by a strong sense of determination.

He gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly, and crimson-gold flames reignited around him, brighter and more stable than before.

"Inosuke, thank you... If it weren't for you, I really would have lost the sense of reality and died by my own sword."

"Nonsense! I'm the strongest, isn't it only natural for me to protect a weakling like you!"

Inosuke puffed out his chest, raised his head, and laughed arrogantly. Then, he brandished his twin swords, pointing them at the center of the constantly writhing flesh.

"Alright, stop dawdling, let's drag that ugly thing hiding inside out and chop it to pieces!"

Tanjiro nodded emphatically, no longer confused.

He stood side by side with Inosuke at the edge of the train, one wreathed in flames, the other revealing his wild side.

"Inosuke, let's go!"