Demon Slayer world, Sengoku era.
The sky was dark and heavy, as if rain would fall at any moment.
In a certain bamboo forest, Tsugikuni Yoriichi slowly sheathed his blade and gasped for breath.
He was a miracle bestowed upon the human world by Heaven.
Born with both the Demon Slayer Mark and the Transparent World, he created Sun Breathing on his own and could be called the ceiling of combat power in the Demon Slayer world.
But even for such a powerful swordsman, killing the legendary progenitor of demons could not come without a price.
In the blink of an eye, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had unleashed one thousand eight hundred slashes.
And Kibutsuji Makoto had only returned one move.
That move was his most powerful Blood Demon Art.
Crack!
An invisible force covered the entire bamboo forest.
The dead leaves on the ground suddenly flew into the sky.
The hard stones all collapsed into fragments.
Rows of green bamboo seemed to turn into earthworms that feared the light, desperately trying to drill straight into the soil.
In contrast, the soil beneath the earth seemed to want to come out and breathe.
Six opposing forces.
They began twisting and slaughtering everything inside this space.
The bamboo forest shattered like fine waves.
The earth moved, shook, trembled, and screamed.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s face turned deathly pale as he retreated.
No, he retreated violently.
He suddenly lowered his head and looked carefully.
The blade in his hand had already been twisted into a spiral.
Crack!
The crimson-red Nichirin Blade in his grip snapped in the middle.
He knew that this was the power left behind after the Demon King’s death.
He had only been caught by a tiny bit of the aftermath.
And yet, that insignificant aftermath had twisted his Bright Red Blade into scrap metal.
He himself had also suffered serious internal injuries, with his organs shifted out of place.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi could not help wondering.
Perhaps in this vast world, no one could withstand that Blood Demon Art head-on.
The peerless swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He knew very well that the reason he had succeeded was largely because the skill known as the Transparent World could perfectly conceal his powerful aura.
That had prevented Kibutsuji Makoto from reacting immediately.
The moment Yoriichi saw the man dressed as an onmyoji, he understood.
He had been born to defeat this person.
Kibutsuji Makoto had not taken him seriously.
But Tsugikuni Yoriichi had “seen” the five brains and seven hearts inside the other party’s body.
And in that instant, standing atop the twelve forms of Sun Breathing, he pushed even further and created something new.
In a single moment, he completed the Thirteenth Form of Sun Breathing.
That feeling was as if Heaven itself had borrowed his hand to execute the Demon King who had lived from the Heian period until now.
“Kibutsuji… how terrifying.”
Although it had been dangerous, the result was good.
He had killed Kibutsuji Makoto and ended the history of demons.
According to the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, once Kibutsuji Makoto, the Demon King, died, the other demons created by his blood would also die.
That was good.
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Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s thoughts drifted away.
His wife, Uta, and the child in her belly had been killed by a demon while he was away.
After returning, he had held the corpses of his wife and child and sat there in a daze for around ten days.
Only when a swordsman tracking the footprints of a demon arrived did he finally move again.
After burying his wife and child, Yoriichi followed that swordsman and joined the Demon Slayer Corps.
He became a demon hunter.
Now, the demon was dead.
His revenge had been taken.
Where should he go from here?
But just as his thoughts drifted, his naturally sharp senses detected danger.
His scattered gaze once again condensed into a sharp edge.
“Who are you?”
It was a strange young man.
He had uncommon short hair, and his clothing was unlike anything Yoriichi had ever seen before.
He was out of place with this entire era.
But there was one thing that made Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s scalp go numb.
That face…
It was indeed the same face as Kibutsuji Makoto’s.
“Are you Kibutsuji Makoto?!”
Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s voice was hoarse as he could not help questioning him.
Hayashi Makoto, who had just arrived in this world, looked the other party over.
He had only just nodded when his expression suddenly changed.
With a thought, he teleported one kilometer away.
He only felt a sharp pain stabbing into his eyes.
It was as if he had looked directly at the poisonous sunlight of a summer noon.
“What the hell? That’s scary!”
Sword intent.
Terrifying sword intent.
Even if all the Sword Saints recorded in history were piled together, not a single one of them could create sword intent like this.
“How can an ordinary human have such…”
“No, wait. Tsugikuni Yoriichi is an ordinary human my ass!”
“He’s definitely the blade sent by Heaven to eliminate the anomaly known as Kibutsuji Makoto.”
But still.
A body of flesh and blood was, in the end, only a body of flesh and blood.
Makoto had absolutely no intention of fighting him at close range.
He had so many modern weapons.
How much effort could it take to kill an antique from the Sengoku era?
…
Tsugikuni Yoriichi stood where he was.
In his hand, he held a twisted broken blade.
He carefully sensed his surroundings and remained on guard for a long time.
Suddenly!
His brows and eyes turned sharp in an instant.
The broken blade slashed out.
Firelight burst.
With an extremely violent crack, his broken blade shattered.
The impact made his arm hurt so badly that it almost felt like it was splitting open.
In the distance, Makoto was utterly dumbfounded.
“A .50 caliber Barrett sniper round, and he can still cut it apart?”
“This thing can be cut apart?”
“No, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, are you actually cheating or not? I think you’d better have some self-awareness!”
Of course, Tsugikuni Yoriichi did not know what Makoto was thinking.
This swordsman from the Sengoku era was still silently praising the attack in his heart.
What a terrifying hidden weapon that had been.
And right at that moment…
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
Something similar to a smoke grenade exploded around him.
Yoriichi focused his eyes.
Then his nose suddenly caught a sharp, foul odor.
He immediately retreated, but he already knew that he had been struck by some kind of deadly poison.
A trace of bitter helplessness appeared on his calm face.
“VX. You can also call it VX nerve agent.”
“Within one to two minutes of poisoning, the pupils contract. Within two to four minutes, the body sweats and drools. Within ten minutes, there will be convulsions, paralysis, and spasms…”
“To put it simply, you’ll be dead in another quarter of an hour.”
Makoto’s drifting voice came from different directions.
Even though Tsugikuni Yoriichi had already been struck by the deadliest nerve gas, Makoto still did not appear in front of him.
It was not fear.
It was caution against the possibility that this walking cheat still had some other method to turn the tables.
Cutting apart a Barrett round with a broken blade…
He felt that was far beyond the proper difficulty curve.
“All right, fine. I am afraid.”
The young man’s drifting voice rang out again.
“Tsugikuni Yoriichi, don’t you think you’re a little abnormal?”
“For ordinary people, awakening the Mark is something that requires surviving nine deaths and one life. And even after awakening it, most of them don’t live past twenty-five.”
“But you? You were born with it.”
“And then there’s the Transparent World.”
“That’s clearly a skill martial arts masters should only gain after years of immersion, but you were born knowing that too.”
“And there’s the Bright Red Blade.”
“And Breathing Styles.”
“You’re a little out of place with everyone else, aren’t you?”
“That isn’t fair.”
“I can’t stand unfair things.”
Sitting on the ground, Tsugikuni Yoriichi was covered in sweat.
The corner of his mouth pulled into a difficult smile.
Makoto continued, “While you can still speak, leave some last words. I’ll decide whether to fulfill them depending on my mood.”
“For example, if you want me to pass a message to someone.”
“Or where you want to be buried after you die…”
Hearing this, the swordsman who had originally been as silent as dead ash and was quietly waiting for death suddenly moved his lips.
Hidden in the shadows, Makoto revealed a smile that said everything was going according to plan.
Blue Spider Lily, get!
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