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

"Snow Breathing, Fifth Form, Snow Walk".

Yu Zi's figure became elusive, like a wisp of white smoke flickering among the crescent moons.

Even with such agility and speed, the devastating area-of-effect attack of Moon Breathing was still difficult to dodge.

This time, it wasn't just a few minor scratches; Yuko's arm was severed by the Crescent Blade, her legs were split in two, and her body was repeatedly torn between regeneration and destruction.

I don't understand the point of this kind of battle.

In Kokushibo's eyes, the outcome of this battle was no longer certain.

Yuko's most threatening weapon, the Nichirin Blade, is broken. With only the Demon Blade, she can't even make him wary.

This is not a case of the weak defeating the strong; it is a meaningless charge.

No matter how severe the injury, they can recover instantly.

Kokushibo didn't have a penchant for standing still and getting slashed. Faced with Ikuko, who was forcibly charging towards him using her regenerative abilities, he chose to attack even more fiercely.

"Breath of the Moon - Pick-up Form - Face-Piercing Slash - Moonlit Maiden!"

Two giant, swirling crescent blades hurtled toward Yuko, their shapes bearing a nearly 90% resemblance to Yuko's Eleventh Form.

This was the first time Yuko had ever seen Kokushibo use this move.

Yuko's eyes were neither sad nor happy as she exhaled, "Snow Breathing, Twelfth Form, Great Avalanche!"

The sword tip was held vertically against the foot, and as the blade flipped, it was suddenly lifted into the air.

It was as if a blood-red barrier had risen from the ground, blocking not only the Crescent Moon Blade but also Kokushibo's vision.

The field of transparency is similar to the function of X-rays. Although it can see through the human body, it cannot see through other things completely.

His skill is essentially a pinnacle of martial arts, a ability to predict an opponent's next move through experience and combat techniques, which is manifested in his ability to see through the human body.

This kind of concealment is effective in transparent areas.

Kokushibo lost sight of Yuko and pondered to himself.

Is this form... the form of Rock Breathing?

No, he had seen Yuko's breathing rhythm just now; it was pure snow breathing.

In other words... after the forms of Sun Breathing and Moon Breathing, you chose to return to the form of Snow Breathing?

It's funny, really. It's called Snow Breathing, but most of the forms are combinations with other breathing techniques, and the truly pure forms are actually a minority.

"Snow Breathing - Thirteenth Form - Silver Slash to the Peak!"

Yuko peeked out from behind the barrier, and one after another, sharp and clean sword energy, as smooth as a blade, attacked Kokushibo. Unexpectedly, it was another pure Snow Breathing sword technique.

It's a very easy-to-understand sword shape, without any messy or confusing feel.

It is quite satisfactory.

It refers to long-range attack methods.

It's just that, thanks to the Blood Demon Art, its range has gained a bit of the grandeur of Moon Breathing.

Kokushibo, whose old power had just been depleted and whose new power had not yet been generated, had no choice but to dodge to the side.

Yuko seized the opportunity to step forward, her blood-red Nichirin Blade aimed straight for her neck.

"Snow Breathing - Eighth Form - Unending Snow!"

The Nichirin Blade drew a blood-red arc in mid-air, its icy chill piercing Kokushibo's naked upper body.

It was a colder kind of cold than Douma's Blood Demon Art.

Kokushibo swung his sword at Yuuko, attempting to block her attack.

However, Yuko slightly shifted her body, choosing not to engage Kokushibo in combat, but instead avoiding Kokushibo's slash, and was struck in the shoulder by the blade.

The illusory cry god tried to embed it, and the delicate collarbone snapped instantly, blood soaking through the bathrobe.

Yuko's blade was aimed squarely at Kokushibo's neck.

Would you rather have your injuries treated?

Kokushibo frowned slightly, wondering what he meant...

He suddenly noticed Yu Zi's resolute gaze, and his heart tightened.

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in my heart.

what happened?

The body is feeling fear...

No, that shouldn't be the case...

This sword... although its aura is not very obvious, it is clearly of the same origin as Yuko's, a demon blade formed from her own flesh and blood.

But... what is this inexplicable fear?

In that instant, Kokushibo chose to trust his intuition.

Whether it's the unpleasant memory of being beheaded by Yuko or the trust in one's battle-hardened experience, it's all part of the reasoning.

In short, you can't just take it head-on.

However, it was too late to withdraw at that moment; the blade was embedded in Yuko's shoulder and she couldn't pull it out quickly.

Kokushibo had no choice but to raise his hand and grab at Yuko's blade.

It was impossible to block him; although his body was trained to be incredibly tough, even a pillar couldn't easily injure him.

But Yuko is different from Zhu.

However, the chilling aura emanating from the blade caused Kokushibo's fingers to stiffen slightly, thus missing the opportunity to grasp Yuko's blade and having his arm severed in one stroke.

As Kokushibo reached out, he drew his blade and fell backward, choosing not to fight Yuko to the death.

But Yuko was relentless, closing in without giving him a chance to retreat. After severing Kokushibo's arm, the Shura sword in her hand slashed towards his neck without hesitation.

Can't avoid it!

As Kokushibo focused intently, the cold blade sliced ​​into his neck, and a chilling coldness, so intense it caused pain, seeped into his brain.

Regeneration must be completed as quickly as possible; the head cannot be completely severed.

This was Kokushibo's first reaction after his neck was slashed.

Even if you're not a Nichirin Blade, you wouldn't be in trouble if you were beheaded, but for Kokushibo, no matter the reason, being beheaded is unforgivable.

Being beheaded means being outmatched.

Yuko's actions were somewhat opportunistic, because in his view, their battle was meaningless.

Anyway, it can be done indefinitely...

Kokushibo's relatively calm expression suddenly changed. The feedback coming from his neck indicated that the regeneration speed had slowed down!

Moreover, the regeneration speed was much slower than he had imagined. Although it was not as good as the burning effect of the Crimson Blade, it was not much different.

what happened?

Isn't this Demon Blade?

Kokushibo was horrified.

Unlike the scorching heat of the cinnabar blade, the icy chill is a different kind of pain experience.

At this moment, Kokushibo disregarded everything else and, having just pulled Yuuko's shoulder, slashed between the two, attempting to separate them.

Yuko lunged forward, using her body to block the knife once again.

Blood splattered everywhere, but Yu Zi paid no attention to it. Her hands were already working with all her might, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out one by one, making them look extremely ferocious.

Kokushibo finally panicked. This girl... was serious!

Something's wrong with this knife!

He disregarded the attack, loosened his grip on the Void Crying God's hand, and grabbed the Asura's blade.

The moment you touch it, a chill seeps into your very bones.

What's wrong with this knife?!

Kokushibo gritted his teeth, not daring to relax even when his palms were frozen stiff.