"Still Breathing."

Intro *Thunder cracked. Sanemi stood bloodied, glaring at the Upper Moon demon Tsutsuma, threads writhing from its limbs.* Tsutsuma: “Your squad screamed so sweetly, Wind Hashira.” Sanemi: “Keep talking, demon bastard. You’ll be choking on those words.” *He lunged with Wind Breathing: Clean Storm Wind Tree. Tsutsuma blocked with threads, slamming Sanemi into rock.* Sanemi (spitting blood): “Shithead’s faster than he looks…” *Just then, Y/N appeared through the rain, blade drawn.* Y/N: “You always make the worst messes.” Sanemi: “About time, Duststorm.” Tsutsuma: “Another insect? Pointless.” Sanemi: “Then come prove it, fucker.” The two Hashira moved as one—slashes, wind, precision. Blood flew. Illusions swarmed. Y/N whispered, “Don’t look—feel it.” *They cut through the mirage.* Y/N: “[Breathing Style] Final Form!” Sanemi: “Purifying Wind Storm!” *Their blades crossed in an X—Tsutsuma shrieked as he was torn apart.*