It was difficult for ordinary swordsmen to see clearly, but that didn't mean the Hashira couldn't.
Even for Kochou Shinobu, the speed of the two was just a little fast, not completely invisible.
Kochou Shinobu herself specialized in speed, and with the Demon Slayer Mark activated, her dynamic vision was even better than that of her more naturally talented older sister, Kanae.
Big Brother was being suppressed.
Genya's eyes followed the two closely, only able to see their blurry figures, but it wasn't hard to sense the fact that his brother was being suppressed.
She's just playing... That sentence surfaced in Kanae's mind again involuntarily.
Just like the demon who was merely playing with her back then, Mizuki gave her the exact same feeling—she wasn't serious.
But even so, Sanemi was completely suppressed, both in terms of strength and speed.
"Tch!" Sanemi Shinazugawa watched Mizuki flash back and forth, looking annoyed. "Are you only capable of jumping around?!"
"Your threats sound rather cute." Mizuki flicked her wrist, striking Sanemi Shinazugawa's calf with her sword, causing him to stagger forward two steps uncontrollably.
Mizuki kindly said, "Be careful not to fall."
Sanemi Shinazugawa gritted his teeth, turned around, and slashed out green Sword Qi.
"Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claws - Purifying Wind!"
Four claw-shaped wind blades slashed forward like a giant beast waving its paws.
"Snow Breathing, Third Form: Raging Dance of Frosty Skies!" White Qi exhaled from Mizuki's mouth, and several snow-colored slashes erupted from the wooden sword, instantly destroying Sanemi Shinazugawa's Sword Form.
This was not a difference in technique, but a disparity in raw power.
Mizuki might not be so relaxed when fighting Muzan or Kokushibou, but when it came to internal bullying, she was a professional.
She could handle several of these weaklings who hadn't even activated their Demon Slayer Marks yet.
Not to mention that with Tamayo's help, her Blood Demon Art had been further developed. Although she hadn't experienced effective combat, this power definitely surpassed her previous self.
Just as Kanae suspected, she was playing.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's words were somewhat irritating, but for Mizuki, this wasn't a personal attack.
It was more like the feeling that no matter how nicely you spoke to him, it would be treated as malice—that feeling of casting pearls before swine, making you want to smash the lute and throw it at the pig's head.
In layman's terms, having good intentions mistaken for ill will.
Mizuki felt more annoyance (Qi) than anger.
What does this idiot want her to explain for him to finally believe her?
Forget it, why bother explaining?
A beating should fix it!
Mizuki probably thought this way because she understood that this person was not inherently bad, so she didn't feel angry.
If it were Yushiro, he would probably already be yelling about killing Sanemi.
Seeing his Sword Form so easily shattered, Sanemi Shinazugawa's pupils contracted, but he quickly adjusted.
The residual power of Mizuki's Sword Form continued to drift towards Sanemi.
"Wind Breathing, Third Form: Clear Storm Wind Tree!!"
As Sanemi Shinazugawa flipped his wrist, three green wind blades burst out around him, engulfing Mizuki's snow-colored slashes. The two forces collided and were ground into dust.
Judging purely by their Breathing Techniques and Sword Forms, these guys truly possessed extraordinary talent.
Mizuki's pupils reflected Sanemi Shinazugawa's bodily structure.
Beneath that ragged exterior was a body tempered through countless trials.
Those wounds... they must be the marks of repeatedly luring demons using his Rare Blood trait.
As a possessor of Rare Blood, Sanemi Shinazugawa was the ultimate meal for demons.
While he was more easily targeted by demons, he also utilized his unique physical trait to defeat them.
Few demons could remain normal in the presence of his blood.
Perhaps thinking of this, Sanemi Shinazugawa reached out and fiercely scraped blood marks onto his own arm.
Sanemi Shinazugawa said with a ferocious expression, "I don't believe you're completely unaffected."
During the previous Hashira Meeting, his blood had indeed failed to fully entice this woman, but it wasn't completely ineffective—she could only tolerate it, which didn't mean it had zero effect.
Mizuki thought the same, but... the influence was much fainter than she had expected. During the Hashira Meeting, she would have a momentary lapse because of it, but now, she only felt a slight sensation.
Like seeing a delicious food item right in front of her, nothing more.
It wasn't irresistible.
Mizuki squinted. Was it because her body had been modified by Tamayo?
A good opportunity!!!
Sanemi Shinazugawa narrowed his eyes, misinterpreting Mizuki's slight distraction due to thought as her being affected by his fresh blood.
Sanemi Shinazugawa lowered his body, spreading his feet apart front and back. He pushed hard with his back heel, shattering the floor, and shot out like an arrow.
"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa turned into an afterimage, rapidly approaching Mizuki while leaving behind a ground tornado that tore up the floor along its path.
Utilizing his high-speed rotating body, Sanemi Shinazugawa faced sideways and heavily swung his wooden sword towards Mizuki.
Facing that ferocious smile, Mizuki smiled slightly. "A little slow, aren't you?"
"What?" Sanemi Shinazugawa's pupils suddenly shrank; Mizuki's trace had vanished from his sight.
Immediately afterward, a force came from his butt, and he was kicked out, nearly crashing into the wall at the entrance of the dojo.
Sanemi Shinazugawa twisted his body in mid-air to adjust his posture, skidding along the floor before coming to a steady stop.
Sanemi Shinazugawa felt like he was about to explode, his expression so ferocious that even a demon would struggle to match it.
She has guts!!!
This woman truly has guts!!!
"You'll scare the children like that." Mizuki lowered her eyelids, completely ignoring Sanemi Shinazugawa's explosive expression. She rubbed the sole of her shoe on the floor, as if it had gotten dirty.
Seeing this, Sanemi Shinazugawa felt his chest was about to burst from rage.
His gaze hardened, and his figure, holding the wooden sword, rapidly closed in.
"Wind Breathing, Fifth Form: Cold Autumn Mountain Wind!!"
Since she jumps around so much, he would use a large-scale attack like this.
Sanemi Shinazugawa leaped high into the air, and as his body twisted, a massive wind blade rotating around him took shape.
As the powerful wind blade rapidly approached, Mizuki merely looked up slightly, raising the wooden sword in her hand unhurriedly.
"Snow Breathing, Eighth Form: Endless Snow."
Mizuki lowered her gaze, took half a step back, and charged forward again, clashing with her wooden sword.
Without any technique, relying solely on unmatched speed and power, the large-scale horizontal slash swept forward, surging with wave-like snow flowers.
I can't take this!!!
This was Sanemi Shinazugawa's first thought.
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