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

Can you kill demons even without a Nichirin Blade?

Kokushibo would never believe this if it were told to him.

Even Yoriichi couldn't do something like that.

Make bricks without straw.

Without the Nichirin Blade's ability to counter demons, how could one possibly kill a demon?

Therefore, after Kokushibo cut Yuuko's Nichirin Blade in half, he didn't feel that Yuuko could pose any threat to him.

He still harbored the idea of ​​trying to win Yuko over to his side, which is why Yuko kept finding opportunities to do so.

However, being pushed to this point by Yuuko has made Kokushibo feel a sense of crisis regarding his life and death.

This knife... it really could kill him.

Kokushibo's pupils dilated slightly, and his entire body and nerves were tense to the extreme.

Looking at Yuko's resolute expression, Kokushibo seemed to be transported back to the embarrassing scene hundreds of years ago when he faced being beheaded by Yuko.

At that time, he was just as careless and Yuko found an opportunity for him, and he was in the same sorry state.

But unlike that time, this time Yuko won't fail due to physical reasons.

This was a sense of anxiety I had never felt when facing death since I had encountered the elderly Yoriichi in my hometown hundreds of years ago.

That anxious feeling of impending defeat.

Yuko's demonic blade had penetrated deep into her neck, and as the blade cut, the bones and flesh made a squeaking, mournful sound.

Fresh blood kept gushing from Kokushibo's neck, but it was quickly frozen by the cold air emanating from the blade, forming a ring of ice around Kokushibo's neck.

"Ikuko!!!"

Kokushibo exerted force with both arms, trying to force Yuko's Shura Blade away, but Yuko's determination was even stronger than he had imagined. Faced with Kokushibo's sudden exertion, Yuko's wrists were dislocated and deformed under the influence of this enormous force, but she endured it without uttering a sound.

No... it's not that she got stronger.

His body has become weaker.

The biting cold eroded his body, causing both physical regeneration and blood flow to become stiff beyond recognition.

If this continues, his head will be chopped off.

How can this be allowed?!

"Ah!!!" Kuroshibo roared as veins bulged on his arms and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

One after another, demon blades burst forth from Kokushibo's body as if they were hatching from a shell. His body, which could once be called human, was now no longer human at all.

Yuko was right in front of her, leaving her no chance to escape, nor did she even have the intention to escape.

One after another, demonic blades pierced through her completely.

The already dark yukata was stained even darker by the blood, and the wet blood squeezed out from the corners of the yukata and dripped onto the ground.

The worst blow went straight through her neck, and blood gushed out of her mouth.

It doesn't feel great, but apart from the pain, there are no other problems.

"Don't yell, I just... wanted to kill you." Yu Zi's lips curled into a smile as she spoke in a hoarse voice, blood gushing out with each rise and fall of her throat.

The blood at the corner of her mouth made her smile look even more morbid. "Just... die peacefully like this!"

He appeared to be full of desire for victory, yet his eyes held a profound heaviness.

Please... brother, just die like this...

Despite being pierced by several blades, Yuko did not retreat but instead advanced step by step towards Kokushibo.

Affected by the cold aura of Yuko's Shura Blade, Kokushibo could only muster seven-tenths of his strength, as he was suppressed by Yuko.

The anxiety of impending defeat constantly assaulted Kokushibo's mind, making his expression appear somewhat distorted.

Yuko stepped forward, completely ignoring the demon blade emerging from Kokushibo's body and penetrating deeper into it.

Kokushibo was forced to retreat completely, and accidentally stepped on the hilt of the Nichirin Blade behind him, causing him to lose his balance instantly.

Taking advantage of the feeling of weightlessness, Kokushibo tried his best to break free from Yuuko's restraints.

Yuko had no intention of giving him a chance and pressed herself against him.

"cough……"

As Kokushibo was pinned to the ground, the blade continued to thrust into Yuko's body, causing streaks of blood to spill out, making her look like a blood-soaked figure.

"Don't even think about...escaping..." Beads of cold sweat trickled down Yuko's forehead. She clenched her teeth tightly around Kokushibo's life force, straddled him, and dared not loosen her grip for a moment.

Blood gushing from Yuko's throat, mixed with a few beads of sweat, dripped onto Kokushibo's face.

"What a joke!" Kokushibo's face was filled with resentment and unwillingness. "This thing... wants to kill me too?"

"You...you and Yoriichi both..." A drop of clear liquid hit Kokushibo's face, and Kokushibo's angry voice suddenly stopped.

While Kokushibo was stunned, he saw that Yuko's eyes were already filled with tears.

"please……"

“Die here… I can still…” Yu Zi’s hands trembled slightly, her voice trembling and hoarse.

I treat you as a 'human being,' as an older brother...

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If Kokushibo can be killed here, the Demon Slayer Corps' chances of defeating Muzan will greatly increase.

Even Muzan could not possibly create an Upper Moon that rivals Kokushibo so easily.

She would never let go of this sliver of an opportunity.

Killing Kokushibo... or rather, killing Kokushibo, was a promise she once made to Yoriichi.

She had thought she wouldn't hesitate at all, but when she was actually here, she found herself still hoping that Kokushibo would betray Muzan and fight alongside her.

When this thought crossed Yuko's mind, she felt ashamed.

Don't be confused, just like Tanjiro.

They should kill Yan Sheng with the intention of saving him!

Seeing Yuko's tearful expression and slightly trembling shoulders, this was the perfect opportunity to break free, but Kokushibo's body gradually relaxed because of this momentary daze.

The blade of Shura penetrated deeper and deeper.

……

"Damn it, these brats... they're like flies..." The boy-like Half-Heaven Dog banged on the thunder drum behind him, looking at the crowd jumping around under the attack of the wooden dragon with annoyance.

"Since just now... what exactly happened over there?" Tanjiro couldn't concentrate on Hantengu at all.

A series of deafening sounds came from the distant mountains and forests, and birds and beasts rushed out of them in a panic.

The billowing dust was like a mountain collapsing.

"Tanjiro! Watch out!" Zenitsu's sudden shout brought him back to his senses.

Two wooden dragons intertwined and arched towards him like DNA strands. Tanjiro felt a shiver run down his back and was suddenly thrust into this position while he was distracted.

"The Breath of Love·One Type·The Trembling of First Love!"

A pink ribbon, as smooth as silk, swept across the scene, shattering the attacking wooden dragon.

A sensual figure flashed by, leading Tanjiro to a safe location.