@deltarobo: slander is incredible #funny #southpark #jjk #ryuishigori #demonslayerslander

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The Warrior of Liberation 🎴 :

explain why kashimo was strong at this time period

2026-10-07 06:15:45

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Antares :

the idea of the demon slayer plot happening inside of jjk universe but its so low stakes no sorcerer gives a fuck

2026-10-07 12:32:21

853

konokeyo :

strongest slander in history 😭

2026-10-06 23:18:44

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RainWater :

Type of shit that would happen when yoriichi tries his foolishness on ryu

2026-10-06 23:16:25

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nora :

Ryu had to go through a 10 min flash back for every punch he threw😭😭

2026-10-07 14:26:00

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shigeo :

i sat here watching the episode forgetting it started from slander

2026-10-06 23:46:33

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ᴋʀʟx. :

Slander so good it fed ryu

2026-10-07 10:40:37

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Indo :

Is this three minutes and fifty fucking seconds[Crying]

2026-10-07 18:42:42

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Michael :

kashimo soloes mahoraga because there must be something to adapt to but kashimos strength is non existent so he can't adapt

2026-10-07 09:39:10

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local :

not even slander this is just true

2026-10-07 04:44:15

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FatassTheo :

special grade slander, calamity grade chuckle.

2026-10-06 22:41:30

756

slymejuice🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 :

No joke he would’ve been salivating at the sight of a moon because it wouldn’t die

2026-10-06 22:51:48

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2011X :

Sweetest slander ever

2026-10-06 23:36:10

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𝙁𝙐𝙉𝙆𝙔 :

2026-10-06 22:38:40

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FilipinoNoob :

lmfao didn't even notice the text at the top I just thought this was some south park video

2026-10-07 12:13:39

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♡ :

As a kny fan THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS

2026-10-07 16:24:52

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Moose :

Let me put this on my story dawg

2026-10-07 14:09:17

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Those who know :

Kashimo has finally got a perfect match, againts tanjiro. both of them uses imaginary feats

2026-10-07 11:12:08

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愛⏾𝕹𝖔𝖛𝖆♱✘ :

Somebody can’t calculate because the Cullen games takes place in 2018 in 400 years before 2018 was 1618 which was the Edo period

2026-10-06 23:24:02

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ice crem⚠︎︎ :

The 4 minutes were not needed

2026-10-06 23:03:35

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√tarallo• :

2026-10-06 22:07:56

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loxian :

2026-10-06 23:11:44

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Dongleface :

Mahito solo kenjaku because he transfigures kenjaku but kenjaku can’t figure out anything

2026-10-07 13:24:30

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that guy :

kashimo can beat mahito cuz mahito needs souls to transfigure them and kashimo has no soul

2026-10-07 11:52:24

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