Amidst this noisy atmosphere.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
The carriage door was slowly pulled open, and a conductor with a pale face and sunken eyes walked in with stiff steps, holding a ticket puncher.
"Please... everyone... show your tickets." The conductor's voice was very weak, as if he might collapse at any moment.
The moment the conductor slowly approached.
Tanjiro, who had been chatting with Kyojuro, suddenly twitched his nose.
"Such a strong scent of a demon. And this scent... is very wrong." Tanjiro instantly gripped the hilt of his nichirin blade.
"Has the rat finally shown its tail?!" Kyojuro also stood up abruptly, his hand already on the sword at his waist.
The conductor seemed not to notice the killing intent of the two, mechanically reaching out to take the ticket handed over by a passenger in front.
Click.
The ticket puncher came down, clipping a small notch in the ticket.
The instant that "click" sounded, a bizarre fluctuation instantly spread through the air inside the carriage.
Except for Yamada, every passenger in the carriage, including the just-now murderous Kyojuro and Tanjiro, lost focus in their eyes.
In less than two seconds.
Thud... Thud...
The sword in Tanjiro's hand slipped, and his head hit the table board heavily.
Zenitsu and Inosuke also instantly slumped into their seats, letting out heavy breaths of sleep.
Even the powerful Flame Hashira Kyojuro closed his eyes with arms crossed, sitting bolt upright in his seat as he fell into a deep slumber.
The entire carriage immediately fell into a bizarre, deathly silence.
This was the extremely sinister trick of Enmu, Lower Moon One, who was hiding in the shadows.
Using tickets mixed with his own blood as a medium, as soon as the ticket was punched, even Hashiras would be instantly pulled into a deep dream from which they could not extricate themselves.
"It is complete... the mission he entrusted to me."
Hiding at the top of the carriage and observing everything in secret, Enmu's lips curled into a morbid smile.
"What delightful sleeping faces. Die peacefully within this endless beautiful dream. The bodies of the Hashira will become the strongest nourishment for my evolution."
Enmu was just about to order those children to go and cut the ropes of Kyojuro and the others when—
"Hey. You pervert hiding on the ceiling. Is this move of yours meant to fool a ghost?"
A voice with clearly mocking intent abruptly rang out in the carriage.
What?!
Enmu's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked toward the voice in disbelief.
Amidst the seats where a large number of people had collapsed.
A young man draped in a pure black haori was leaning leisurely against his seat back. He supported his chin with one hand, showing absolutely no sign of wanting to sleep.
What made Enmu's soul tremble the most was the moment that young man looked up.
What kind of eyes were those?
An extremely deep crimson filled the eyeballs, and three black tomoe slowly rotated in the pupils like the scythes of a Shinigami.
Just by meeting those red eyes for a single glance, Enmu felt as if the blood in his body had been completely frozen.
A sense of despair even more terrifying than when facing Muzan instantly crushed the Blood Demon Art he was so proud of into powder.
Yamada looked toward the ceiling, the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes radiating an extremely cold pressure.
"Playing with hypnosis in front of an Uchiha who has activated the Sharingan?"
"I must admire your courage."
On top of the train car, Enmu, who had been immersed in a dream of devouring a Hashira, saw the morbid smile on his face instantly stiffen.
His eyeball, engraved with the characters for 'Lower One,' stared fixedly through a gap in the roof at the young man below wearing a black haori.
Why is he not asleep?!
A storm of shock surged within Enmu's heart.
His Blood Demon Art was activated through tickets mixed with his own blood. As long as the ticket was clipped, the moment a passenger smelled that special scent, they would 100% fall into an extremely deep dream. Even a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps could absolutely not be exempt.
"No matter who you are, as long as you are human, die for me within a beautiful dream!"
Enmu's face turned hideous as he suddenly bit his finger, dripping a large amount of demon blood through the gap in the car while frantically activating his most direct Blood Demon Art.
Eyes of Forced Unconscious Sleep!
Inside the car, countless eerie lumps of flesh with eyeballs growing on them instantly sprouted from the walls in all directions, and every eyeball stared at Yamada simultaneously.
"Sleep! Go to sleep for me!!!" Enmu roared crazily from the roof.
However, facing these densely packed hypnotic eyeballs—enough to make any swordsman lose consciousness—Yamada didn't even change his posture for drawing his sword.
He slightly raised his head, and those crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan met all the surrounding hypnotic eyeballs directly like looking down on an ant.
"Playing with eyes against me?"
A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of Yamada's lips.
Buzz!
In the 0.1 seconds when their gazes met, Enmu felt a loud "boom" in his mind, and the entire world spun instantly.
The moving Mugen Train disappeared, and the night sky vanished.
He discovered in horror that he had been tied tightly to a giant black cross at some unknown point.
Above his head was an extremely eerie blood-colored full moon, while the surrounding sky and earth were all a suffocating dark red.
"This... where is this?! Where is my Blood Demon Art?! What did you do to me?!" Enmu struggled frantically on the cross, only to find he couldn't move a single finger.
Tap... Tap...
Crisp footsteps echoed on the blood-colored water surface.
Countless Yamadas holding black longswords emerged from all directions like ghosts, surrounding Enmu completely.
"Using Genjutsu in front of an Uchiha with a Sharingan... you are like a clown."
All the Yamadas raised their longswords simultaneously, their crimson eyes devoid of pity. "Enjoy what a true nightmare is."
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Countless blades were cruelly thrust into Enmu's body.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Outside, in the real world, only one second had passed.
Enmu, lying on the roof, suddenly burst into a scream of agony. Blood sprayed frantically from him, and he clutched his head tightly with both hands, rolling back and forth on the roof.
With just a single glance, his mental core had suffered a devastating blow.
"Truly noisy."
Inside the car, Yamada retracted his gaze, and the Sharingan in his eyes slowly faded.