Moon Breathing, Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Wheel Tail!
A chilling aura condensed on Kokushibou's blade. His arms were covered in bulging veins, and Kokushibou could no longer maintain his composure.
"Bang! Bang!"
The attacks from Shinazugawa Genya's gun, fired from a distance, were completely ineffective. Kokushibou's arm, severed by the insubstantial attacks, reconnected the very next second.
Genya gritted his teeth, seething with anger.
Damn it, it's not working!
Twisting his torso, he was completely oblivious to the wound on his chest. The wound was squeezed, causing more blood to flow. The burning sensation from his nichirin blade was far less intense than the emotional turmoil Yoriichi had caused him.
It was an almost inescapable sweeping attack, a massive sword energy streaking across, with countless moon blades hidden within the assault.
Everyone was within the attack's range; there was no possibility of evasion!
Genya, unable to dodge in time, was cut in half at the waist. Sanemi screamed his brother's name, his eyes bloodshot.
"Genya!"
Sanemi's body was swept away by the moon blades like a cannonball, sending him flying backward.
"Watch out!" Uzui Tengen shouted loudly. Even after completing his Score, he couldn't find a weakness in this attack.
He could only endure it!
He held two katanas vertically in front of him. The moment the unstoppable sword energy crashed into the blades, the swords in his hands almost flew out!
"Ah... Ah!"
Uzui Tengen gritted his teeth forcefully. If he couldn't block it, it would be no laughing matter!
His body would be cut in half!
Kokushibou's attack, with its countless moon blades, also scraped his hands, causing flesh and blood to fly. The skin and flesh on his fingers were almost scraped down to the bone by the rampaging moon blades.
"Boom!" After adjusting his angle with all his might, Uzui Tengen found the best direction. His body was sent flying, breaking several wooden pillars, and he was embedded in the wall, breathing with difficulty.
Blood from his forehead stained half his face, even flowing into Uzui Tengen's mouth as he gasped for air.
Three of his ribs were broken, and one had punctured his lung.
His breathing was restricted... The tendons in his right palm were severed, making it impossible to bend his fingers... Uzui Tengen's dark pink eyes nervously looked at his other comrades, especially Muichiro. That kid was too young; his body hadn't reached its peak growth. Was he alright?!
He tried hard to see the situation over there. A large amount of dust filled the air, and two figures slowly emerged from it.
He saw them!
Uzui Tengen's eyes widened, wanting to see clearly.
"Cough..." Giyu Tomioka swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth with difficulty. He stood in front of Muichiro, his haori tattered and half of it stained crimson with blood.
He turned to look at Muichiro, who seemed somewhat incredulous at his actions, but Giyuu didn't pay it much mind, because he seemed to see his past self.
In the Final Selection, he could only watch Sabito leave.
And his life, which had been protected by Sabito... by his sister.
"Mr. Giyuu, aren't you going to carry on what Sabito entrusted to you...?"
"...Carry it on?"
During Pillar Training, Tanjirou's words to him resurfaced in his mind.
Giyuu's misty blue eyes dimmed slightly. He raised his trembling left hand and pressed it against the water-like Mark.
Ah... I will carry it on... Tanjirou... As the Water Pillar... I will carry it on!
Giyu Tomioka's water-blue nichirin blade slowly turned red in his right hand.
Another red blade!
Kokushibou stared with his three eyes. These people, one after another, in front of him... again and again!
Right in front of him, they did what he could never do!
Every nerve in Kokushibou's mind throbbed with pain.
This was an insult to him!
A provocation to him!
He pushed off with his foot, charging in front of Giyu Tomioka, and swung kokushibos blade forcefully at him.
Giyuu's face was grim as he calmly responded, his swordsmanship flowing like water, parrying each of the opponent's attacks. Having wounds on his body, blood spilled from his mouth, and dedicating most of his strength to maintaining his nichirin blade, Giyuu's consciousness momentarily plunged into darkness.
Seizing the opportunity, Kokushibou was about to pierce Giyu Tomioka's body, but just as the tip of the blade was about to stab into Giyuu's abdomen, a large amount of mist once again entered his sight, and a single strike deflected his blade.
Mist Breathing, Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash!
Kokushibou's previous attack had blinded one of his eyes. Muichiro squinted his left eye; his remaining eye showed no fear as he met Kokushibou's gaze.
Following that, Muichiro's arm, hidden beneath his long sleeve, swung extremely fast.
Second Form!
Fifth Form!
Uzui, Shinazugawa, Tomioka, all are severely wounded now!
He was still too weak!
From the start of the battle until now, he had been protected.
Tokito Muichiro!
A fleeting image of his brother standing in front of him flashed by, and his mint-green eyes welled up with tears.
Until his death, his brother had prayed for him.
"Muichiro's 'Mu' is the 'Mu' of infinity..."
A crescent moon blade grazed his cheek, leaving a long bloody gash.
His body was repeatedly cut open by that abnormal blade.
Whether it was his life, or the convenient nichirin blade in his hand... he had been helped by others until now.
Master, Amane, Tanjirou, Yoizumi-nii... "If people help each other, it will eventually come back to them."
So... you must respond! Tokito Muichiro!
With such injuries, he could still move.
Kokushibou stared at Muichiro expressionlessly. Both the amount of bleeding and the injuries he sustained...
Had reached a point of certain death.
Yet he could still respond to his attacks like this.
Water Breathing, Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin!
Giyu Tomioka, his consciousness returned, immediately rejoined the battle. He leaped high, put strength into his wrist, and delivered a heavy blow, like a waterfall plunging down from a hundred meters, crashing towards Kokushibou.
Dodging the Waterfall Basin, Kokushibou's deep voice resonated.
"Rather... quietly... die... by the side."
"It's better... than a painful... death."
Giyu Tomioka looked at Kokushibou with cold eyes.
"Pillars who fear death shouldn't live."
Kokushibou, who was once a Pillar and became a demon because he couldn't accept an early death.
"..."
Indeed... this man!
He hated him!
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