“Are you alright?” Giyu Tomioka swung his blade, severing the head of the slit-mouthed demon.
Seeing that the demon had already begun to turn to ash, he turned his head to look at Murata.
Being stared at by Giyu Tomioka, Murata instinctively replied, “I’m fine.
Huh?
I think I really am fine.” While speaking, Murata was also checking his body.
Aside from some faint pain in his back from hitting the ground after being tackled by the slit-mouthed demon, he did not seem to have suffered any other injuries.
Lin saw this and his heart stirred.
When the Kasugai Crow said the name Murata, he had not known which Demon Slayer Corps swordsman he had encountered.
However, the man’s iconic black center-parted hairstyle, combined with the outcome of encountering a demon yet remaining nearly unscathed, finally made him realize Murata’s identity.
Murata, nicknamed the Road Hashira or Luck Hashira.
In the original Demon Slayer, he seemed to be in the same batch as Giyu Tomioka and Sabito, having participated in the trial at Mount Fujikasane.
Later, he participated in the battle at Mount Natagumo and even took part in the final battle.
After experiencing these dangerous battles, he still survived until the end.
Lin was thinking about this when he heard Murata say urgently, “There’s another demon here!” No sooner had he spoken than a teeth-grinding creaking sound suddenly came from not far away.
A sharp claw pierced the wall of the wooden hut next to them, carving out a long gash.
Seeing this, Murata’s face still held a look of lingering fear, “I was originally being chased by this demon with sharp claws.
But just as I put some distance between us, I was tackled to the ground by that slit-mouthed demon from before.” After saying this, Murata subconsciously looked at the two people beside him.
Carrying out a mission to slay demons, only to encounter two demons at the same time.
This was definitely an incredibly unlucky thing.
But meeting the Water Hashira when calling for reinforcements had to be called lucky.
And then there was this swordsman wearing a red haori.
Although he was not wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, since he was traveling with Mr.
Tomioka, he must also be a formidable figure.
Bang.
Bang.
Several sounds of the wooden wall shattering rang out in succession.
Two massive arms with claw-blades slashed and smashed, quickly tearing a huge hole in the wall.
The wood chips and dust gradually dissipated.
A demon with a short, stout build but unusually large arms, overall resembling a crab, appeared before the three of them.
The demon looked at the corpse of the demon decomposing into ash at the trio’s feet, and mocked gloatingly, “Tsk, you tried to rely on your speed to snatch the delicious parts first.
Look what happened, you got killed by your prey instead.” Then, the demon looked at Murata and the two people beside him, grinning hideously.
“Hey.
You kid with the black center-parted hair.
Did you lead the Demon Slayer Corps here?
That’s just great.
I love catching you Demon Slayers and devouring you bit by bit while you’re still alive.
You Demon Slayers are all high-quality food.
I have the strength I do now because I’ve eaten many Demon Slayers.” Before the demon could finish speaking, it suddenly moved.
Blood Demon Art: Piercing Tongue!
Even though it had already used its Blood Demon Art, the demon held its two massive arms in front of itself, adopting a charging stance.
At the same time, the demon actually used the cover of its arms to secretly open its mouth.
A tongue covered in barbs and fleshy thorns dropped from its mouth, and then expanded and shot forward like lightning.
This rapidly approaching tongue was completely beyond Murata’s expectations.
His eyes widened in terror instantly.
This guy had claws, and arms strong enough to shatter walls, looking like a crab.
Yet its true method of attack was like a frog, using its tongue.
Murata hurriedly raised his sword to block.
But just as the tongue was about to touch him, it suddenly traced an arc in the air, switching targets to attack Giyu Tomioka.
Seeing this, Murata’s mind went blank, and he instinctively let out a cry, “Mr.
Tomioka, look out!” Swish.
The flash of a blade passed.
A long section of the tongue was immediately sliced off and fell to the ground.
Murata was filled with amazement.
So fast.
Is this the strength of a Hashira?
He had not even seen when Mr.
Tomioka drew his sword.
Giyu Tomioka’s face, which seemed forever calm, was now filled with anger, “How many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen have you killed?” The demon did not seem to care at all about the piece of its tongue that had been cut off on the ground.
Instead, it said with pure malice, “When I was still a human, I once worked as an apprentice at Shima Bakery in Nagoya.
Because of that job, I do not even know how many loaves of bread I stole and ate.
You ask me how many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen I’ve killed, it’s like asking me, do you remember how many loaves of bread you’ve eaten?” While speaking, the demon suddenly launched another attack.
The severed tongue in its mouth was actually spat out directly.
Like a long spear, it suddenly pierced toward Giyu Tomioka.
The severed tongue on the ground acted like a large snake, instantly wrapping around Murata.
Meanwhile, the demon itself charged toward Lin.
In its view, Murata was as slippery as a loach, making him hard to catch immediately.
That guy wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform underneath with a two-colored haori on top was definitely an expert.
Only that guy with deep red hair, wearing a plain yellow outfit under his red haori, had an aura even weaker than Murata’s.
Clearly, this guy was not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps at all.
And he had not said a word the whole time, so he must have been scared senseless.
Therefore, the demon’s target had been Lin from the very beginning.
Whether it was the Blood Demon Art just now, or those words, it was all to attract and paralyze the two Demon Slayers.
The demon had gone to such lengths just to seize the chance to take Lin hostage.
As long as it could catch him, it would definitely be able to escape.
Facing the charging demon, Lin could not help but show a surprised expression.
Under the blessing of the Transparent World, the demon’s little tricks could not hide from his eyes at all.
It was just that until the demon actually charged at him, Lin had not dared to be sure that the guy’s target was really him.
Regarding this demon, Lin could only evaluate it as having commendable courage.
And facing such a brave warrior, he naturally had to go all out.
Thus, Lin drew his sword.
The moment the blade left its sheath, it turned a dark red.
Wisps of white mist began to escape from the corners of his mouth.
His heartbeat accelerated, his body temperature rose, and the Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead spread accordingly.
Transparent World, Sun Breathing, Bright Red Nichirin Sword, Demon Slayer Mark.
The four-piece set for killing demons was fully assembled, fully expressing Lin’s respect.