Epilogue: The World After Dawn
Ten years had passed.
The sun shone a little brighter. The air was lighter. And the nightmares of demons… had faded into the pages of history.
Peace reigned.
The Demon Slayer Corps was no more—its mission completed, its warriors now living the lives they had fought so hard to protect.
In a cozy house tucked into the countryside…
Nezuko, now fully human and vibrant, laughed as Zenitsu ran around chasing their two energetic children.
"Not again—don't pull your sister's hair!"
Nezuko smiled, watching the chaos with love.
Zenitsu, for all his nerves, had become a wonderful husband and father.
Nearby, Inosuke and Aoi tended to a small herb farm, sometimes arguing over wild boars chewing their plants, other times laughing as their child climbed trees barefoot.
In the peaceful outskirts of the city…
Tanjiro and Kanao lived in a traditional home filled with flowers and warmth.
They often hosted the others, their door always open.
Tanjiro still trained occasionally—but mostly, he enjoyed the quiet, raising a daughter with Kanao, passing on what he had learned.
In the same neighborhood, Giyu and Shinobu found peace in gardening and medicine.
Giyu, at long last, smiled more often—especially when he watched Shinobu teach their little girl about herbs and healing.
Elsewhere, Obanai and Mitsuri, madly in love, ran a sweets shop—famous for its strawberry mochi.
They were the heart of the town, always together, always laughing.
In a large stone dōjō, nestled in the mountains…
Muichiro, Genya, Gyomei, and Sanemi trained the next generation in martial arts.
They taught not to fight demons—but to build strength, discipline, and heart.
"No need for swords anymore," Gyomei often said, "but there's always a need for strong spirits."
Children from all over came to learn, drawn to the legends of the slayers who saved the world.
But one man walked a quieter path.
In a tranquil grove filled with blooming wisteria, Sahiru Orasawa stood silently.
He knelt before a beautiful gravestone.
A name carved lovingly into the stone: Suzune Azuri.
He placed a bouquet of scarlet and violet flowers—just like the colors of his eyes and her hair.
"We did it," Sahiru whispered, his voice soft with memory. "We won... together."
A breeze passed through the trees.
The petals stirred.
Sahiru smiled.
He no longer wore a blade.
Only a simple robe, and peace in his heart.
Above him, the sky shone clear.
No clouds.
No shadows.
Just a future full of life.
And so, the story ends—not with battle, but with peace.
A world hard-won.
A world where even the most broken hearts found healing.
And where love, courage, and bonds… endured forever.
THE END OF THE ALTERNATE FATE.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING TILL THE END.
A REWRITE BY SAHIL MISHRA.
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