Demon Slayer World, Sengoku Period.
The sky was overcast, threatening rain.
This was inside a certain bamboo forest.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi slowly sheathed his sword, panting heavily.
He was a miracle bestowed upon humanity, born with both the Demon Slayer Mark and the Transparent World ability.
He created the Sun Breathing Style, truly the pinnacle of combat power in the Demon Slayer World.
But even for such a powerful swordsman, slaying the legendary progenitor of demons would not come without a price.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi unleashed eighteen hundred strikes in the blink of an eye.
And Kibutsuji Makoto only returned one move.
That move was his most powerful Blood Demon Art.
“CRACK!!”
An invisible force enveloped the bamboo forest.
The dead leaves on the ground suddenly flew into the sky!
The hard stones all collapsed into debris!
Rows of green bamboos seemed to turn into earthworms that could not bear the light, stiffly trying to drill into the soil.
Conversely, the soil from the depths of the earth wanted to come out and breathe the air.
Six opposing giant forces were tearing each other apart in this space!
The bamboo forest shattered like fine waves!
The earth moved, shook, trembled, and screamed.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi retreated with a pale face!
He retreated rapidly!
He suddenly looked down and saw that the sword in his hand had already been twisted into a pretzel!
“CRACK!”
The Nichirin Blade he held, glowing fiery red, snapped in the middle!
He knew that was the residual power left after the Demon King died.
He had been caught in just a slight aftershock.
Yet, with this insignificant aftershock, his Hachikage Blade was twisted into scrap metal, and he himself suffered severe internal injuries with displaced organs.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi couldn’t help but speculate: In the entire world, perhaps no one could withstand that Blood Demon Art head-on.
The peerless swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He clearly understood that the reason he succeeded was largely due to the ‘Transparent World’ skill, which allowed him to perfectly conceal his powerful aura, thus preventing Kibutsuji Makoto from reacting instantly.
The moment he saw the man dressed as an Onmyoji, Yoriichi understood that he was born to defeat this person.
Kibutsuji Makoto had not taken him seriously.
But Tsugikuni Yoriichi had’seen’ the Five Brains and Seven Hearts within the opponent’s body, and in that instant, he broke through the existing twelve forms of the Sun Breathing Style, achieving new heights.
He instantly completed the thirteenth form of the Sun Breathing Style!
That feeling was as if the heavens were borrowing his hand to execute the Demon King who had lived from the Heian Period until now.
“Kibutsuji…
is truly terrifying.”
Although it was perilous, the result was good.
He had killed Kibutsuji Makoto, ending the history of demons.
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That was good.
It could be considered revenge for his deceased wife and children.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s thoughts drifted.
His wife, Kanae, and their unborn child were killed by a demon while he was away.
When he returned, he sat holding the corpses of his wife and child for about ten days until a swordsman tracking the demon’s trail arrived.
After burying his wife and child, Tsugikuni Yoriichi followed that swordsman and joined the Demon Slayer Corps, becoming a demon hunter.
Now that the demon was dead and revenge was taken, where should he go?
In that moment of drifting thought, his naturally sharp senses made him aware of danger.
His scattered gaze once again sharpened into a piercing edge.
“Who are you?”
That was a strange young man.
He had unusually short hair, clothing unlike anything ever seen, completely out of step with the entire era.
But one thing made Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s scalp tingle.
That face…
It truly shared the exact same face as Kibutsuji Makoto.
“You are Kibutsuji Makoto!?”
Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s voice was hoarse, and he couldn’t help but question him.
Makoto, who had just arrived in this world, sized up the person opposite him, nodded, and then his expression instantly changed!
With a thought, he spatially teleported a kilometer away, only to feel a stabbing pain in his eyes.
It was like staring directly into the fierce, poisonous sunlight of a summer noon!
“What the hell is that thing, terrifying!”
Sword Intent.
Terrifying Sword Intent.
All the Sword Saints mentioned in history books, every single one, couldn’t muster this kind of Sword Intent combined.
“How can a mortal possess such…
No, Tsugikuni Yoriichi is no mortal!
He is absolutely the blade sent by heaven to eliminate the anomaly that is Kibutsuji Makoto, just like Liu Xiu was to Wang Mang.”
However…
Flesh and blood, ultimately, is just flesh and blood.
Makoto had no intention of engaging him in close combat.
He possessed so many modern weapons; how much effort would it take to kill an antique from the Warring States period?
…
Tsugikuni Yoriichi stood in place.
He gripped a twisted, broken sword, carefully sensing his surroundings, remaining vigilant for a long time.
Suddenly!
His eyes flashed sharply!
The broken sword swung!
A brilliant flash of fire erupted!
There was an incomparably violent crisp sound; his broken sword shattered, but he had managed to cleave through some kind of formidable hidden weapon, sending a shock up his arm that felt like it was about to split open.
“He can shatter a 0.5 inch caliber Barrett sniper bullet?
This thing can be shattered?
No, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, did you even open it?
I think you better know what you’re capable of!”
Tsugikuni Yoriichi certainly didn’t know Makoto’s thoughts.
This swordsman from the Warring States period was still marveling internally at how terrifying that hidden weapon was.
And right at this moment…
“Hiss hiss hiss…”
Something resembling a smoke bomb exploded around him.
He focused his gaze and his nose was suddenly assaulted by a pungent stench.
He quickly retreated, but he already knew he had been struck by some potent poison.
A trace of a bitter smile appeared on his usually calm face.
“VX, also known as VX nerve agent.”
“Within one to two minutes of poisoning, the pupils will contract.
Within two to four minutes, the body will sweat profusely and drool.
Within ten minutes, convulsions, paralysis, spasms…”
“Simply put, you will die in another fifteen minutes.”
Makoto’s elusive voice came from different directions.
Even though Tsugikuni Yoriichi had been hit by the most potent nerve gas, Makoto still would not appear before his opponent.
It wasn’t fear, but vigilance against this ‘cheat’ potentially having other comeback methods.
Shattering a Barrett bullet with a broken sword or something…
he felt that was too far beyond the expected limits.
“Fine, I am indeed afraid.”
The young man’s elusive voice sounded: “Tsugikuni Yoriichi, don’t you think you’re a bit abnormal?
That Mark, an ordinary person needs nine deaths to open it, and after opening it, they usually don’t live past twenty-five.
But you, you were born with it, and that Transparent World too.
That’s a skill martial arts masters achieve only after years of immersion, yet you knew it naturally from birth.
And what about the Crimson Blade, and the Breathing Technique…
you are just too out of step with everyone else.
It’s unfair, and I cannot stand unfair things.”
Tsugikuni Yoriichi, sitting on the ground, was covered in sweat.
A difficult smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Makoto continued speaking: “While you can still talk, give me your last words.
I’ll see if I feel like responding…
Perhaps relaying a message to someone, or where you want to be buried after you die…”
Hearing this, the swordsman, who had already resigned himself to death and was quietly waiting, suddenly moved his lips.
The hidden Makoto showed a smile of successful scheming.
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