"Akaza!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The bone whips behind Kibutsuji Muzan lashed out in fury, shattering all surrounding buildings. Some Demon Slayer Corps members, unable to react in time, lost their lives, and even some demons were killed by the enraged Muzan's indiscriminate wrath.
Muzan roared, his teeth clenched, his shattered rose-red pupils overflowing with anger, and a ferocious expression on his pale face.
He simply couldn't believe it!
That good-for-nothing Akaza had initially made such solemn promises to him!
He would definitely secure victory for him!
Now, he had actually given up on overcoming the weakness of decapitation and chosen self-destruction!
Idiot!
Useless!
Indeed, besides himself, no other demon could be trusted!
In the end, he still had to rely on himself!
"Nakime! Bring Yoizumi to me!"
"I understand, Muzan-sama."
Deep within, Nakime nodded slightly, raising the plectrum in her hand, intending to pluck the koto strings. Her enormous eyes, which almost covered her entire face, seemed to sense something and looked to her left.
A pink-haired woman, with an extremely flexible long nichirin blade in her hand, was attacking her with a peculiar arc.
"Muzan-sama, a Pillar has appeared here as well."
"Then deal with her for me!"
"Understood."
"Clang!"
...Kibutsuji Muzan walked with a somber face down the empty corridor. He felt a strange sensation; he was no longer encountering the hateful Demon Slayers from the Demon Slayer Corps.
Had Ubuyashiki discovered his whereabouts?
Tsk!
His body hadn't fully recovered yet, that hateful woman Tamayo!
Once he obtained Yoizumi, he would not let Tamayo go!
He would definitely let her know how tragic the consequences of offending him would be!
Noticing the situation on Kokushibou's side, Kibutsuji Muzan said coldly,
"Kokushibou! How many Pillars have you dealt with?!"
"Are you also like that good-for-nothing Akaza, accomplishing nothing!?"
Suddenly hearing Muzan-sama's voice, Kokushibou, who was still pondering when he had been poisoned, snapped back to attention.
It was just poison, he wouldn't be like Akaza, falling into a predicament because of a little poison.
Akaza actually voluntarily gave up the chance to enter the next realm!
Truly a disgrace to martial artists! A humiliation!
His slowly regenerating left hand gradually became whole. Clenching his hand into a fist, Kokushibou responded to Muzan.
"Don't worry... Muzan...sama."
"These are merely... grass... beneath my blade!"
While decomposing the toxins in his body, he raised kokushibos blade high. The numerous eyes on the blade were still blinking, a sight that alone caused physical discomfort.
Parrying the opponent's incoming attack, Uzui Tengen frowned in disgust. Being in such close proximity to this thing made him feel as if his eyes were being defiled.
A fierce gust of Wind Breathing scattered Kokushibou's hair, blowing his ponytail high. The wind felt like a stinging burn on his skin.
Wind Breathing, Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind!
Sanemi leaped, attacking Kokushibou from above, launching a surprise assault from a high vantage point. A powerful whirlwind condensed on his fiery nichirin blade.
Kokushibou blocked with one hand, the two weapons clashing and sparking. He frowned, staring at the Wind Pillar's abdomen. He distinctly remembered having disemboweled him.
His wound had actually healed, just like the two people before... Can humans also have regeneration abilities like demons?
Hmm... this is... Kokushibou's steps faltered, and he suddenly felt a dizzy spell. Coupled with the numbing sensation from the toxins in his body, the strength in his hand became unbalanced. Noticing this, Sanemi grinned, his nichirin blade mercilessly slashing towards Kokushibou's body.
Wind Breathing, Seventh Form: Gale — Tengu Wind!
A violent gale directly assailed Kokushibou. Sanemi twisted his body in the air, like a tornado, tearing towards Kokushibou.
The intense pain from the Red Blade brought Kokushibou back to his senses. A massive wound, stretching almost from his left shoulder to his right hip, bled profusely, staining the ground crimson.
This is... rare blood!
Such rare blood, capable of causing intoxication, is truly uncommon.
"How about it! How does my blood taste?!" Sanemi sneered. What if he was Upper Rank One? He was still affected by his own blood!
The wound had healed, but the large stain of blood that had dyed his white Demon Slayer Corps uniform had not disappeared.
In the end, he still had to use that bastard's stuff.
Tch!
With a reluctant click of his tongue, Sanemi's eyes sharpened, coordinating with Giyu Tomioka's Water Breathing, Fourth Form.
Gripping his nichirin blade with both hands, he swiftly moved to Kokushibou's side, swinging his blade at an imperceptible speed.
Wind Breathing, Eighth Form: Primary Violent Wind Slash!
"Clang!" Kokushibou's weapon was severed. Giyu Tomioka's attack reached him from behind, and the water-blue nichirin blade, flowing with water, was about to strike his neck.
"!" Caught off guard, he was pierced through the abdomen. Giyu Tomioka quickly retreated, clutching his abdomen, not expecting a sudden proliferation of blades on Kokushibou's body.
Blood seeped from his lips; the sharp blade almost cut through Giyu Tomioka's entire arm!
His hand, gripping the nichirin blade, trembled slightly from the pain. Giyu Tomioka gasped.
"Tomioka, go recover!" Uzui Tengen immediately took Giyu Tomioka's place, and he, Shinazugawa, and Muichiro jointly attacked Kokushibou.
The three of them had often trained together before, and their coordination was excellent.
Black projectiles were thrown out again. In Kokushibou's vision, besides the scattering purple smoke, there was also a large amount of mist surrounding him.
He was clearly his descendant.
Yet, in those eyes, there was only cold killing intent towards him.
Kokushibou actually didn't want to kill his descendants.
After all, they were some of the few connections he had left in this world.
In pursuit of that distant sun,
he had almost cast aside everything.
Yoriichi, why, after I and Muzan killed all those who knew about Breath of the Sun,
are there still your successors appearing?
You clearly said,
"Don't worry, I firmly believe that the children who come into this world in the future will surpass us."
Why is it that what you don't care about is always so easily obtained!
The things others desperately strive for are merely the most insignificant of what you possess.
Yoriichi... Yoriichi... Yoriichi!
Yoriichi's childhood smile appeared in his mind, and Kokushibou felt a churning in his stomach, that intense nausea once again piercing through a hundred years of time.
The pain from the Red Blade on his body was not even a thousandth of the nausea!
Kokushibou's three eyes were filled with rage.
The dead should not appear again!
Moon Breathing, Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail!
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