Kimetsu No Yaiba: Storm in Hell, Strongest Story of Marechi

Vacation

When the sunlight had pierced through the curtains of the room, Harada lazily hid his face behind a futon blanket. His consciousness had not yet fully accumulated, so the tall, well-built man did not feel the warmth from the exposure of the sun on his two legs. Even the aroma of cooking that fills the entire house is also not enough to make Hashira Storm it back to the real world, even though the aroma of breakfast this morning is quite sharp.

The black-blasted man was unusually exhausted. Because after meeting Hashira and prosecuting Nezuko, Harada had to return to Mount Sagiri and the villages around the mountains, which were his territory to patrol. After a long time not off as well, starting today Harada was again forced to take his vacation ration by Kagaya for a week.

So the result, now the man who has a height of almost 2 meters is wriggling under the futon blanket and trying to go back to sleep. Even his two ears did not hear the shifting fusuma at all, and an overflowing vexation from the figure at the door while banging the soup spoon against the wall.

"Onii-chan, let's get up! Or your rations will be covered by aniki!"

"Five minutes to Hikari."

The figure who hit the soup spoon earlier was Hikari. On top of her demon hunter uniform, the twilight unraveling girl was wearing a plain, maroon-colored apron. The caramelized girl snorted in annoyance, then flicked away the blanket that covered Harada's face.

While on the other hand, the grass-green man frowned, then slowly rolled up his eyelids, displaying the iris as the color of his spring grass that looked exhausted. Both of her eyeballs were instantly rounded when her sister's face was only a few centimeters away with her. Harada reflexively retreated randomly with her back, trying to normalize her heartbeat.

"Let's get too close!" grouse Harada. Hikari just chuckled stiffly.

"Who told you it was hard to get up early," Hikari replied lightly.

Harada sighed. Netra as the color of the grass of the spring and then see if Hikari immediately out of the room. Maybe continue cooking, or set the table. With a lazy Harada immediately got up and out of his room to go to the dining table, which is still in the form of a tatami table. There his two sisters were waiting, and breakfast was also served on the table.

With a slightly lazy face Harada finally sat on the floor, then watched the breakfast menu today for a moment. Rice, omelet, and vegetable curry. Not to forget the kettle of green tea along with three glasses for tea. Harada gave a small smile, then ruffled Hikari's hair without caring if her youngest sister had to tidy up her hair again.

The three brothers devoured his breakfast with a suffocating silence. Harada knew if Hikari actually wanted to say something. But the caramelized girl was as if she was gathering her determination to reveal it.

So Harada finally decides to help Hikari wash the dishes and clean up the house, while Hikaru finishes his daily training portion that Harada has determined. Because he said, tonight his twin sister will be doing missions together again, and Hikaru really wants to be more useful tonight. As a result Hikari and Harada have little privacy, which since breakfast is very Hikari looking for.

"Onii-chan," muttered Hikari. Harada slightly pursed her lips while glancing at her younger sister.

"Why? Nii-chan knows you want to say something" Harada replied. The grass green bead Harada now found his sister's face slightly reddened.

"What if I fall in love with someone?"

"Who is that? Hopefully not Sanemi or Tengen, huh."

"Call down nii-chan. I-I fell in love with Kyojuro."

Harada casually looked straight at her sister's dead-red face. When the orange-haired girl looked very nervous, Harada lightly ruffled the twilight mane of Hikari who had been ponytailed neatly. Hikari was a little annoyed by it, but when the grass green beads both stared at each other fixedly, Hikari knew that this giant brother agreed with her choice.

Skiii

Yesterday night, Harada planned to visit her family's grave, as she has not been to her family's tomb since joining Kisatsutai. But just because of a change in mood, Harada finally visited the Butterfly Residence with a bundle of cloth in the grip of his right hand.

Because he again got a fairly short holiday, Harada now only wears moss-green jinbei and zori sandals without wearing a tabi. After a while down the long hallway, his two ears were again tickled by the shrill scream of Zenitsu.

Harada chuckled stiffly as she continued walking, then opened the fusuma at the end of the hall. Just as her left hand opened the fusuma, Harada had to hold her body back to avoid Zenitsu suddenly jumping and running behind her back. The black haired man let out a long breath.

The grass green beads can be seen if the room is filled by Zenitsu, Nezuko, Inosuke and Senjuro. The four of them were now wearing patient pajamas, and were showing their respective reactions to Zenitsu's behavior. Next to his eyebrows slightly raised when he realized Kyojuro who was beside Senjuro's bed.

"Aniki, please save me from that bitter medicine!" Zenitsu whined earnestly now.

"Harada-sama, please tell your Tsuguko to take the medicine properly!" sergeant Aoi.

"Huhee! I don't want aniki! Save me!"

"Be quiet Zenitsu-san! Your hands and feet won't come back if you don't take this medicine!"

"Huweeeeeee! Why is there no other way? I don't want any!"

Harada's left temple twitched tightly, indicating that the black-haired man was not willing to be joked or compromise. Kyojuro and Nezuko, who realize that Harada's existence has changed drastically, can only give a stiff chuckle from afar. Meanwhile, on the side of Aoi and Zenitsu who were still surrounding Harada's body, the two were unaware that Harada was already very upset right now.

The tall, strapping man placed his bundle of cloth on the floor, then caught Zenitsu and forced the blond young man's jaw to open wide. Aoi who saw the opportunity instantly poured the medicine in her hand into Zenitsu's mouth, which then slid smoothly into her esophagus and digestive system.

Still without a word, Harada only looked at Zenitsu who was now whining because of the bitter medicine. Harada let out a long sigh, took back the bundle of cloth, then led Zenitsu to the bed and forced the golden-looking young man to sit down. Just a few seconds later, Harada pinched the yellow-haired young man's cheek quite hard. At least at this time, Harada could see the marks of the pinch from his left hand over the young man's cheek.

"Aniki's evil!" zenitsu Tuas. Harada placed her bundle of cloth onto the table between Zenitsu and Nezuko's bed, then sighed violently.

"Be quiet! You're 16 years old! At least grow up a little even if it's near me!"

Zenitsu immediately lay down and turned her back on Harada. On the other hand Kyojuro laughed loudly, just like Nezuko who could not help but laugh. Senjuro is currently asleep, while Inosuke cannot speak much because his throat was injured from the previous fight.

Skiii

The night had turned, and the gentle moonlight again illuminated the night which had always been very dangerous. Even though Harada was on holiday, but especially for tonight the black-haired man finally went to the foot of Mount Sagiri. Not with the purpose of hunting, because he did not even wear a uniform despite carrying nichirin. But to visit his former home with Sakonji.

Both men were carrying oil lamps and nichirin. Unconcerned by the sound of the owl sounding so loud, the two continued walking until they reached an empty land. There was still a maple tree standing there, as if signaling that only the tree had survived the night of the massacre. Just below the maple tree, there are 5 tombstones neatly lined up.

Harada immediately gathered in front of the five tombstones, put the oil lamp on the ground, clenched his hands together and prayed. When Sakonji noticed the stifled scent of sadness, the white-haired man placed his right hand on Harada's left shoulder, as if trying to comfort the eldest of his best friend.

"Tou-chan, kaa-chan, Yoshi, Hideo, Hideki. Sorry for visiting you after so long. Not because I was reluctant, but I've been very busy since that night. I hope you'll forgive me from up there. Naa, Tou-chan. I managed to realize your expectations. I am Hashira now. Hikari and Hikaru were also in good shape right now. Even Hikari is already in love with Shin ji-chan's eldest son, tou-chan. If tou-chan is still here, I'm sure tou-chan will be very excited."

Harada continued to tell me about her life all this time, complete with a few tears that broke even though it was not swift. Sakonji on the other hand could only shut up and listen, while occasionally slashing at the demons that suddenly came close to the two. After five full minutes of telling the story, Harada finally stood up and said goodbye. The black-haired man could only cackle stiffly when he realized there were already 6 yukata scattered on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Sakon ji-chan," Harada murmured. Sakonji shook his head slowly.

"It's okay. You've only been here for a long time, so I deliberately didn't overreact" Sakonji said.

"Sakon ji-chan, I want to stay at your house tonight."

"All right then. Besides, it looks like you're lazy to hunt and be approached by a demon."

Harada laughed out loud. Sakonji could only smile from behind his tengu mask, then pat Harada on the back. The two men with age differences far enough now decided to go down the mountain, then headed to the house that Sakonji had been living in after retiring from Hashira's post.