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

This guy simply can't understand it.

Whether it was during the human era or now.

Antique.

A genuine antique.

Yu Zi's eyelids twitched repeatedly: "It's a girl, you've never seen her before, but she's very cute."

"..."

Kokushibo no longer understands the current society.

Although he wasn't really interested.

He vaguely remembered that Yu Zi seemed quite resistant to getting married back then. Could it be that she was already being raised wrong from that time?

Speaking of which, this girl has been different from other girls since she was little.

Kokushibo tried his best to recall his past memories.

He originally intended to reply with "Are you out of your mind?", but seeing Yu Zi's disgusted expression, he wisely changed his words.

"as long as you are happy."

Seeing you makes me feel unhappy.

"..." Did he say something wrong again?

Kokushibo felt a chill run down his spine. If it were Doma talking to him like that, chattering away inexplicably, he would have already chopped his head off.

Now, even when he agrees with Yu Zi, she criticizes him, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Kokushibo is an old-fashioned person after all; if he were a modern person, he would understand one thing.

Don't try to reason with a woman.

Because it simply doesn't make sense.

In the instant that Kokushibo lowered his guard because of Ikuko's words, Ikuko's insightful perspective keenly noticed this opportunity.

good chance!

"Snow Breathing - Ninth Form - Blazing Snow!"

Bear!!

Red and white flames exploded before Kokushibo's eyes.

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed, and as his body spun, crescent-shaped blades, resembling vortexes, burst forth from his blade.

"Breath of the Moon, Fifth Form: Lunar Calamity Vortex!"

Yuko frowned and charged straight at the defensive technique of Moon Breathing.

Although Kokushibo reacted quickly, in close combat, the power of the Crimson Blade far surpassed that of the Demon Blade made of flesh and blood.

This is a gap in hard conditions that is difficult to bridge even with a difference in strength, not to mention that the gap between the two is not that large.

The crescent blade sliced ​​straight through, and Yuko followed up by slashing at Kokushibo's neck.

This girl really aimed every single stab at his head.

Kokushibo didn't think he could force her back in one move, so he took a slight step back.

But in the next instant, his calm eyes narrowed slightly.

The red and white flames suddenly went out in mid-air, and a wisp of green smoke seemed to rise from the blade.

Immediately afterwards, an even hotter flame ignited.

"Sun Breathing - Eighth Form - Flying Wheel Blaze".

The scorching flames baked the air, and the blade seemed to grow an extra section out of thin air.

Kokushibo felt a chill run down his back, and a burning pain shot through his neck.

tearing~

The blade grazed her neck, a shadow of gloom flashing in Yuko's eyes as she swallowed the blood that surged up.

Almost there...

Kokushibo retreated rapidly, touching his neck where a little blood was seeping out.

He had almost forgotten...

Yuko's strange talent for breathing techniques.

The ability to forcibly switch breathing techniques midway through a session.

Kokushibo knew his younger sister very well; she was full of tricks in battle, one after another, and with her breathing technique, her thoughts were a complete mess.

Only a person can commit a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days.

If this continues, she might actually trick you.

The Crimson Blade is still too much of a threat to him; he needs to find a way to disarm her Nichirin Blade first.

This is Kokushibo's only thought right now.

Kokushibo's gaze swept over the Yoriichi Zero's scrap heap, and an idea formed in his mind.

Despite her planned attack failing, Yuko didn't stop. She adjusted her breathing and chased after Kokushibo.

As Kokushibo fought and retreated, he intentionally or unintentionally lured Ikuko to the side of Yoriichi Zero.

The Void Crying God let out a mournful cry during the clash, its blade barely maintaining its shape under Kokushibo's focused attention, utterly incapable of wounding the enemy.

Kokushibo parried Ikuko's Nichirin Blade, then with a backhand flick, severed the illusory Ghoul.

Yuko tried to press her advantage while his blade couldn't regenerate in time.

Kokushibo showed no intention of repairing the blade. He flicked his toe through the ruins, and a white Nichirin Blade flew out in front of the two of them.

Yuko's eyes narrowed slightly.

That knife is...

Kokushibo gripped the hilt firmly and used the momentum in mid-air to remove the scabbard.

rustle……

The blade, worn out from years of neglect, made a rusty sound.

boom! ! !

The weapons clashed with a low, resounding clang.

Yuko saw the appearance of the knife clearly.

It's a black knife?!

The blades separated at the slightest touch, and while Yuko was momentarily stunned, the veins on Kokushibo's thick arm bulged out in a menacing manner.

The jet-black blade quickly turned crimson.

The Crimson Blade activated much faster than she could!

Kokushibo gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly and brought it down heavily.

when! ! !

A sound.

The impact caused Yuko's hand to split open, and he almost dropped his Nichirin Blade.

This guy!

He wanted to cut her knife.

Yu Zi keenly sensed his thoughts, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face.

when!

Both Nichirin swords snapped in two.

The blade spun several times in mid-air before embedding itself in the ground beside it.

The crimson color slowly faded from the blade.

Holding the broken sword, Kokushibo said calmly, "I never thought I'd have a day when I could pick up a Nichirin Blade again."

Yuko stared blankly at the broken blade in her hand.

She hesitated for a moment.

Because he knew that Kokushibo used the Crimson Blade, if he wounded her and found it ineffective, he would realize in advance that she had overcome the sunlight.

“Now, you have no chance of killing me.” Kokushibo casually tossed aside the broken sword in his hand and stretched out his hand to Yuuko. “Yuuko, come to my side.”

Yuko threw away the broken knife in her hand: "You know this is impossible."

"Why? Don't you also want to pursue the highest level of swordsmanship?" Kokushibo maintained his outstretched hand posture, seemingly unwilling to give up easily.

Yu Zi knew that the highest realm he was referring to was not the so-called transparent world, but simply meant becoming stronger.

Or perhaps... surpassing Yoriichi.

What led Kokushibo to this idea stemmed from her lie from back then.

Yuko closed her eyes slightly: "No... I've never thought of it that way."

Kokushibo frowned slightly: "Isn't this your dream?"

He forgot many things, but he didn't forget Yuuko and Yoriichi.

He still remembered clearly what Yuko had said back then.

"I still remember..."

The dream entrusted to him...to become stronger.

"No... that was a lie..." Yu Zi smiled bitterly.

If she had known he would remember it for so long, she probably wouldn't have said that.

The original intention was to make Kokushibo... no, to make Iwakatsu understand that he himself was unique, not Yoriichi, but the unique Iwakatsu.