"Blood Demon Art: Mist Ice — Water Lily Bodhisattva!!!"
A colossal ice Bodhisattva erupted from the ground.
Its hands were pressed together in prayer, a Buddha crown resting upon its head. Its frozen face bore an unsmiling curve of lips—cold, ruthless, untouchable, as though ice itself were its true nature.
Icy vines extended from its body. Giant ice lotuses bloomed along those vines.
Doma sat atop one lotus on the Bodhisattva's shoulder, like a deity enthroned above the world.
Below, Shinjuro Rengoku's blazing dragon roared and crashed forward.
Flames erupted, turning the ground into a sea of fire.
The ice Bodhisattva trembled violently.
"How ferocious," Doma murmured with a faint smile.
He raised his fan.
The Bodhisattva's enormous palm descended.
Boom!
Bluestone shattered into fragments. Shinjuro retreated just in time—but debris knocked the sake flask from his waist.
It hit the ground.
Liquor spilled across the stone.
Shinjuro froze for a split second.
That flask had always been with him—at home, on missions, through countless battles. It was his silent companion.
It had never left his side.
Was this where he would fall?
The thought flickered—
—but there was no time.
The Bodhisattva's twin palms slammed down again, and freezing breath poured from its mouth.
Crater after crater formed beneath its blows.
Ice shards cut across Shinjuro's face. His breathing grew heavier.
The ice poison was already in his lungs.
"Focus. Don't get hit. Getting hit will kill you, you know?" Doma teased, half his face hidden behind his fan, playing with him like a cat with prey.
"What the hell is that…?" Sabito's voice trembled as he glimpsed the towering ice deity.
It exceeded comprehension.
Upper Rank Two didn't just suppress Breathing Techniques with ice poison—he could summon a monster like that.
"This is bad," Giyu Tomioka muttered through ragged breaths, watching Shinjuro struggle.
"If you've got time to worry, worry about yourselves!"
Akaza sneered, exhilaration blazing in his eyes.
This was battle.
This was what he craved.
"Destructive Kill: Demon Core Eightfold!"
Azure shockwaves burst from his fists in an eight-hit barrage.
"Water Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux!"
Urokodaki, Giyu, and Sabito combined their water blades.
They collided with Akaza's fists—
—but—
"Destructive Kill: Void Style!"
The invisible shockwave detonated.
Giyu faltered for a split second—
—and was struck in the chest.
He flew backward, smashing into a stone wall before sliding to the ground.
His limbs trembled.
He couldn't rise.
"Giyu!" Sabito shouted.
"Worry about yourself. Distraction means death."
Akaza's leg ignited with azure aura.
"Destructive Kill: Leg Type—Flying Meteor Thousand Wheels!"
He descended like a falling star.
The air distorted.
"Sabito!"
Sakonji Urokodaki inhaled sharply—
—and nearly coughed blood.
The ice poison was deep in his lungs.
They were losing.
But how could they end it quickly?
These three Upper Rank Demons were monstrously powerful.
Simply surviving was already everything they had.
"Water Breathing, Sixth Form: Whirlpool!"
Urokodaki twisted his blade—
—but before the technique formed—
Akaza's kick struck.
Crack!
The Nichirin Blade snapped in two.
Urokodaki froze.
Akaza didn't hesitate.
Void Style surged again.
"Master!" Sabito cried out.
He faltered—
—and Akaza punished him with brutal, direct strikes.
Sabito's grip shook violently.
He was close to collapse.
Within the ice mist—
Kanae's condition was no better.
This was her first true clash with Ryuya.
Only now did she understand.
He was beyond the level of any Hashira.
Even with her speed, she was always a fraction too slow.
If not for the subtle restraint in his strikes—if not for the way his blade seemed to turn at the brink of killing her—she would have long since fallen.
Her clothes were torn in several places.
Cold air brushed against exposed skin.
"Ryuya… why must you oppose me? Can this stop?" Her voice trembled.
If this continued, the Demon Slayer Corps would be annihilated.
"I have never actively opposed you," Ryuya replied calmly. "The Demon Slayer Corps forced this. My revenge is directed at Sanemi Shinazugawa alone. If the rest of you insist on standing in my way, then I will treat you all equally."
"Sanemi was impulsive. I apologize on behalf of the Demon Slayer Corps—and him. Please. Stop this."
Kanae's heart twisted.
On one side stood the Corps.
On the other stood Ryuya.
She didn't want to fight him.
She only wanted this to end.
"Stop apologizing for him," Ryuya's voice hardened. "Every time you do, I despise him more."
His blade pressed closer.
"And Kanae… you keep saying you don't want me to stand against you. But why is it always me who must step toward your side?"
His eyes locked onto hers.
"Have you ever considered my feelings? My circumstances?"
The battlefield roared around them.
Ice.
Flame.
Moonlight.
Blood.
"Why can't you step toward mine?"
...
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