Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

boom! ! !

Hearing an explosion coming from not far behind them, Tanjiro and his companion quickly stopped the car and looked back.

"It's Mr. Uzui..." Tanjiro looked at the rising dust in the distance with surprise and doubt.

It's the direction of Kyogoku-ya.

Inosuke exclaimed in shock: "Is the demon over there?!"

Tanjiro turned around and said, "Inosuke, I'm entrusting Hinatsuru to you. I'll go and help Mr. Uzui now."

After saying that, he hurried back without pausing for a moment.

"Eh? Me?!!" Tanjiro's decisiveness left Inosuke dumbfounded. Before he could even utter a word in rebuttal, Tanjiro vanished, disappearing to the size of a sesame seed.

"Damn it!!!" Inosuke roared angrily, "Just you wait!"

……

On the other side, facing the kunai that shot towards him, Kokushibo casually swung his sword and knocked it down.

His imposing eyes swept across the dust and smoke, as if searching for the enemy's location.

Suddenly, the dust behind them parted, and Uzui Tengen, wielding twin swords, slashed down at Kokushibo's unsuspecting neck.

The kunai was just a feint; this was the real killing move!

With the blade less than half a meter from his neck, Uzui Tengen dared not relax for a moment.

This monster is different from the other ghosts he has encountered before; he absolutely cannot be careless.

however……

Just as the blade was about to fall on Kokushibo's neck, from Uzui Tengen's perspective, Kokushibo's figure suddenly vanished in an instant.

The momentum carried Uzui Tengen's figure to Kokushibo's position, and he was still in the slashing motion and had not been able to recover.

Gone...

If he had reacted the moment he appeared, he wouldn't have been so shocked.

But just now, his knife was only a hair's breadth away from the demon's neck...

It's no exaggeration to say that his blade was just a hair's breadth away from touching Kokushibo's neck, but with that tiny margin, Kokushibo suddenly disappeared from his sight.

It was like... teleporting.

Tengen Uzui ranks in the lower middle of the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillars in terms of strength, but in terms of arm strength, he has only lost to Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Pillar.

Its speed is the fastest among all the pillars.

But the monster before him defeated him in his area of ​​expertise.

He couldn't see how the other person disappeared from his sight at all.

"Is there no way to communicate?"

The same emotionless voice sounded from behind, but Uzui Tengen had no idea when the other person had moved.

And when did they arrive behind him?

Uzui Tengen attempted to repeat his previous tactic, and he already had several bombs in his hand.

In that instant of heightened tension, the bomb between Uzui Tengen's fingers fell downwards.

boom! !

At the moment of the explosion, Yuzui Tengen unleashed his speed, using the blast as cover to escape.

But at the very moment of the explosion, a figure broke through the dust and smoke, the blade in his hand unsheathed at some point, the demonic blade covered with eyeballs made Uzui Tengen's scalp tingle.

No, he's no match for this monster.

We need to find a way to negotiate...

The moment the thought arose, Kokushibo stepped out of the dust and slashed at the demon blade in front of him.

As Uzui Tengen pondered how to break the deadlock, a chilling, indescribable sensation swept through his entire body as Kokushibo's blade slashed down.

Should we dodge...?

But... what is this guy going to do from such a distance?

next moment.

"Breath of the Moon - First Form - Dark Moon - Palace of the Night".

A crescent-shaped slash, interspersed with countless tiny crescents, burst forth from the blade and approached Yuzui Tengen at an unimaginable speed.

It's a breathing technique?!

too fast!

They're so far apart!!!

Yu Zui Tianyuan's pupils trembled violently, and at this critical moment, his body tilted to the side...

tear...

A severed arm was thrown high into the air.

The powerful crescent-shaped slash kicked up dust and smoke, and Kokushibo stopped in place.

He said calmly, "You dodged it? Not bad."

"I struck you just now with the intention of cutting you in two."

Uzui Tengen knelt down, the intense pain from his severed arm sweeping through his body, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Is this guy... serious?

The praise was like a handout.

It's like when they beat you 3-0 in a match, but then they praise you for your performance in the post-match comments.

Is there anything commendable about dodging your attack?

Uzui Tengen wanted to say something in rebuttal, but unfortunately...

The gap in combat power is too great.

Moreover, at the cost of an arm, such a distance hardly qualifies as dodging.

From the start of the battle until now, considering the monster's slow tone and demeanor, at most, less than two minutes have passed.

What a joke.

How exactly do you fight this monster?

Kokushibo stood rooted to the spot, sword in hand, and spoke in a steady tone: "One last time, where is Yuuko?"

Uzui Tengen gritted his teeth, and even though the odds of winning were incredibly slim, he still managed to retort, "Who knows? That woman's got some kind of... well, you know..."

Yuzui Tengen's body suddenly stiffened, and a purplish-black figure loomed behind him.

"Is that so? Then you have no reason to exist."

Kokushibo's slow, deliberate tone was like a guillotine hanging high, eroding one's will.

Uzui Tengen turned back with all his might, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

However, Kokushibo raised his long sword high and then brought it down.

The clean and decisive strike highlighted the absolute disparity in strength between the two sides.

Can't escape!

Uzui Tengen's pupils reflected the rapidly enlarging blade.

……

"Mr. Yuzhuang!!"

At this critical moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Breath of the Sun, First Form, Waltz!"

Upon hearing this sound, Kokushibo's hand holding the sword froze for a moment, and he turned his head to look behind him.

A boy with markings on his forehead and wearing sun-patterned earrings came into view, wielding a black sword encased in orange-red flames as he charged toward him.

The boy's figure gradually overlapped with a distant figure from his memory, even the location of the markings was exactly the same.

Even after hundreds of years... I still hate you...

Yoriichi.

"Idiot!!!" Upon seeing Tanjiro's figure, Uzui Tengen felt not joy but sorrow, fear appearing in his eyes as he desperately shouted at Tanjiro, "Who told you to come back!"

You’ll die!!!

However, with the arrow already on the bowstring, Tanjiro would never stand idly by and watch his comrades die.

Kokushibo's turn also caught Tanjiro's attention; it seemed... this demon looked like Miss Ikuko...

If it weren't for the issue of height and position, he would have mistaken her for Miss Yuko the moment he saw her back.

Who?

This guy.

Tanjiro charged forward to Kokushibo, his orange-red blade aimed straight for Kokushibo's neck.

The nearly 30-centimeter height difference forced Tanjiro to straighten his arms.

please!

Must succeed!

Under Tanjiro's almost praying gaze, Kokushibo calmly raised his arm.

then.

With a slight squeeze of his fingers, he caught the rapidly approaching blade in its path.

The orange-red flames suddenly went out.