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

Almost the instant Yuko was exhausted, Kokushibo, with his Nichirin Blade still hanging around his neck, withdrew and retreated rapidly.

His eyes widened, veins bulging on his cheeks and neck, as he forcefully pulled the Nichirin Blade from his neck.

Two-thirds of his neck was severed, and his head was almost hanging off his head.

Kokushibo held his head with one hand, panting heavily. He was just a fraction of a second too late; if he had been two seconds slower, he would have met his end.

He was caught off guard by the sudden sword strike.

The combination of Snow Breathing and Sun Breathing, whether it's the arm-raising posture or the lung operation, involves almost identical pre-treatment adjustments.

There is indeed a relationship of borrowing and improvement between different breathing techniques, but no one has ever been able to combine various breathing techniques together.

The previous type used the same breathing method, but the next type changed to a completely different breathing method.

Switching between breathing techniques is extremely demanding. The Demon Slayer Corps has many swordsmen who have mastered several breathing techniques, but even Kokushibo himself cannot freely switch between them during battle.

This is not a matter of skill, but rather a matter of unique physical constitution.

In the entire Demon Slayer Corps, only Ikuko possesses this talent.

Even the most unique Sun Breathing technique, Yuuko could barely use it, and the door to other breathing techniques was wide open for her.

Mastering all breathing techniques, including the Sun and Moon Breathing Technique, in three years was a talent that Kokushibo subconsciously overlooked.

In his eyes, only Yoriichi's Breath of the Sun was worth paying attention to, but Yuuko kept refreshing his understanding.

If Yoriichi was always far ahead from the beginning, then Yuuko was someone who obediently followed behind you when you didn't pay attention to her, but when you suddenly remembered to pay attention to her, you found that she had inexplicably walked ahead of you.

The burning sensation from the cinnabar blade made it almost impossible for his neck to regenerate, but fortunately the burning sensation was gradually dissipating.

Enraged, Kokushibo severed Ikuko's Nichirin Blade in two.

An unclaimed Nichirin Blade is, in the end, just a piece of scrap metal.

The flesh on Kokushibo's neck was slowly wriggling and healing. He carried the Demon Blade, which was also slowly recovering and extending, and walked slowly toward Yuuko.

"Ahem... vomit..."

Yu Zi collapsed to her knees in a disheveled state, vomiting turbid blood. Her vision blurred, her ears rang, and her mind went almost blank.

No, I can't go on... my body has reached its limit.

A pair of blurry feet appeared before my eyes.

So it wasn't severed after all...

The moment the thought crossed Yu Zi's mind, the owner of those feet bent down, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up.

Yuko subconsciously reached out and grabbed Kokushibo's arms, as if trying to ease her breathing.

She could no longer see the face of the person in front of her; she was just struggling unconsciously.

"Cough..." Fresh blood dripped down his congested throat and from the corner of his mouth onto Kokushibo's fingers.

Those weak hands were barely touching his arms. Seeing the weak and blood-covered Yuko, Kokushibo's anger did not dissipate.

With a slight exertion of his five fingers, Yu Zi, like a goldfish dying in water, had blood foam constantly oozing from the corner of her mouth.

In a daze, it seemed as if a gentle voice rang in his ear.

'Brother, you don't need to prove anything to anyone. I've always been proud of you.'

Kokushibo's fingers unconsciously loosened considerably...

"Let go of Miss Yuko!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out from the side. Kokushibo turned his head and saw the Demon Slayer Corps swordsman who had just escaped charging at him angrily with his Nichirin Blade raised high.

Having mastered the transparent world, Kokushibo instantly saw through Namiko's outward strength but inner weakness; her method of using angry shouts to mask her fear was ineffective.

Namiko saw off the kasugai crow that had delivered the message, but then, remembering that Ikuko was still facing the demon, she forced herself to suppress her fear and turned back.

Perhaps Miss Yuko has already defeated the evil spirit.

She prayed like that.

But when she stepped through the door, all she saw was the scene of Miss Yuko about to be eaten by an evil spirit.

Faced with this terrifying demon who was a full 1.9 meters tall, every cell in Namiko's body sounded an alarm, as if constantly urging her to hurry up.

Run away!

Run away!

That's not an enemy you can handle.

Even if you run away, Miss Yuko won't blame you.

But she couldn't do it. It was clearly her task, yet she wanted Miss Yuko to bear the consequences. What kind of nonsense was that?

Even in her dazed state, Yuko heard the stern shout and struggled to turn her head.

A blurry figure rushed towards her with a knife. She opened her mouth, but only managed to utter a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Run away..."

Yuko had never felt so uncomfortable. Her whole body felt like it was filled with lead, as if no part of her belonged to her, and her consciousness was fading away.

Kokushibo stood calmly in place, and as the distance drew closer, a glimmer of hope rose in Namiko's heart.

This distance... is enough to hit!

"Water..."

……

Suddenly, the view in front of her tilted, and Namiko stared blankly ahead, her perspective now parallel to the ground.

Yuko's eyes widened slightly, and she tightened her grip, trying to break free.

But she simply didn't have the strength left.

With one hand holding Yuko, Kokushibo calmly swung his Demon Blade with the other. Small branches extending from the blade caught on the back of Namiko's collar, dragging her toward the house behind him.

"Let...let me go!"

Namiko's terrified voice reached Yuko's ears, which relieved Yuko but also gave her a bad feeling.

Once inside the house, Namiko was casually tossed aside by Kokushibo. After rolling around on the ground a few times, she struggled to escape.

Yuko's eyes shifted slightly as she took a clear look at Namiko's current state.

Namiko's hands and feet were bleeding profusely, as if... her tendons had been severed. She was now crawling out in a panic, using her elbows and knees.

Yuko managed to ask with difficulty, "What...do you want to do?"

Kokushibo did not respond; he knew perfectly well that chatting with Yuuko was just asking for trouble.

The other party can always say things that break your defenses without batting an eye.

Kokushibo tightened his grip on her neck slightly, his nails tearing through her skin like sharp knives.

"Hmm~"

Yu Zi frowned, she could clearly feel her life force rapidly draining from her body.

It doesn't matter if she dies.

What should Kanami do...?

Kokushibo noticed her glancing at Namiko out of the corner of her eye. "At a time like this, you still have the mind to care about others?"

He hesitated; he hesitated about whether or not to kill Yuko.

Upon hearing Kokushibo's words, Yuko turned her gaze back. Her eyes, instead of filled with hatred, held only pity for him.

Yuko spoke with difficulty: "Iwakatsu...cough cough...one day, you will pay for the sins you have committed..."

She paused, her pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints, her mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

Her body.

Something... has come in.