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

Chapter 364 Perverted Older Brother

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Clotting Needle!"

Yuko's eyes narrowed slightly, and the red crystal in mid-air rapidly liquefied, turning into clusters of blood droplets of varying sizes. Then, as it twisted wildly, it shot blood arrows at Kokushibo.

Kokushibo dodged with ease, his heart sinking: "Is there no way to destroy it directly?"

Even if its body is severed, it can reassemble itself, and become even more dangerous.

Before Kokushibo could think further, the crowd he had forced back rushed forward again.

Like moths drawn to a light, one after another, they are irritating.

Kokushibo frowned slightly, brandishing his long demon blade, the crescent-shaped sword aura he unleashed was almost impossible to dodge.

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

Tanjiro's entrance and the scorching heat of his Sun Breathing technique gave Kokushibo a slight sense of crisis.

Just as Kokushibo was forcing the others back, the hasty confrontation caused Kokushibo to stumble back two steps.

Inosuke's eyes lit up slightly: "Oh! Tanjiro! It worked!"

"Really?" Tanjiro struggled to lift his head.

Kokushibo was forced back two steps, then nonchalantly unleashed a broad sword aura.

"It's fake!" Yu Zi retorted, blocking the sword energy for them. "Stop chatting nonsense and keep your breathing precise."

You think Yoriichi could force Kokushibo to retreat with a single round dance?

Seriously, why do these people always try to chat during battles?

My breathing accuracy has completely gone out of control.

If the sword-shaped hardware is the hardware, then the breathing technique is the software.

The precision of breathing determines the lower limit of sword form, and may even have the ability to increase the upper limit of sword form.

The more precise the breathing technique, the more one can unleash the limits of human potential.

sweat!

Tanjiro and the other man were speechless after being rebuked, and quickly shut their mouths.

Even Inosuke, after repeatedly angering Ikuko and being beaten up time and time again, has unknowingly become more gentle.

Clearly, Inosuke isn't an idiot; he does feel pain after being beaten up repeatedly.

Kokushibo ignored their chatter.

Ultimately, it is blood demon magic presented in the form of blood.

Water can't be cut by a knife, of course, but...

Kokushibo narrowed his eyes and swung his sword down.

"Breathing of the Moon - Ninth Form - Descending Moon - Connected Faces!"

"spread!"

His movements and Yuko's voice appeared in sync.

When Yuko was in the sword-forging village, she had a battle with Kokushibo. Although she couldn't perfectly imitate the new sword style that Kokushibo used in that battle, she could read his sword style just by looking at his muscle movements.

boom! ! !

The crescent moon crashed down, piercing through the floorboards one by one.

The crowd scattered, trying to avoid the crescent moon falling from the sky.

Yu Zi was completely focused. In this chaotic state, if nothing unexpected happened, her damned brother was probably planning to take the opportunity to kill one of them.

As expected, while everyone was dodging the attack, Kokushibo transformed into a sharp arrow and rushed straight towards them.

The goal is to...

"Me?" Yuko leaned back slightly, dodging Kokushibo's horizontal slash with surprise.

The sharp blade grazed her chest.

The basic conditions of this body are still too poor.

Her physical condition was already poor, and she was not even in the same league as Muzan. Even compared to Kokushibo, she could only be considered evenly matched at best.

Now this clone is even worse.

Yuko was already prepared for the idea of ​​being chopped to pieces and then restored.

However, to her surprise, Kokushibo grabbed her and then bit her shoulder.

With a snap, that was the sound of the blood crystal being bitten and shattered.

Yu Zi paused for a moment, then kicked him away.

She then attempted to manipulate the blood inside Kokushibo's stomach; her blood could be manipulated anywhere.

But... that blood connection was quickly severed.

Yu Zi touched the empty space on her shoulder, her face looking rather unpleasant: "Are you a dog?"

This guy... he's really something, figuring out the solution so quickly.

The blood she gave to the Demon Slayer Corps was before Tamayo's transformation; at that time, she wasn't as powerful as she is now.

The blood from just now... was broken down by Kokushibo before she could control it.

If it were her current blood, Yu Zi was confident she could give him a good thrashing inside his belly.

Kokushibo wiped his mouth, the chill in his stomach quickly receding.

He guessed correctly; at his decomposition speed, he could decompose Yuko's blood before she tried to manipulate it inside his abdomen.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Yu Zi knew that this guy had no intention of communicating with her.

He has made his decision.

Faced with the choice between his family and his own convictions, he ultimately made the same decision as he had made hundreds of years ago.

Sad?

She probably has a little bit.

But not much.

She was just joking when she said she wanted Kokushibo to stand on her side.

Even if he really reformed, at most he would anger Muzan and be killed by him.

Even if Ikuko managed to stop Muzan from persecuting Kokushibo...

What about after that?

She hoped that Kokushibo could repent and reform, but it was too late.

Between them, only a life-or-death struggle remained.

Either Hei Simu dies, or she lives.

"Be careful, this guy is a freak. I can't take on any more of the pressure for you guys," Yu Zi said cautiously, stepping behind the others.

Yuko was well aware of the role of her clone; it was not meant to be used as a fighting force.

She wasn't worried about Kokushibo gaining any benefits from devouring her clone; it was just a few pieces of blood, not nearly enough.

You see, when Yuuko and Tamayo decided to give each member of the Demon Slayer Corps a dose of their own blood as a safeguard, they weren't worried about the drug falling into the hands of demons.

Individual blood cells cannot overcome the effects of sunlight, and even if they could, the amount would be unimaginable.

Kokushibo understood her thoughts. It seemed that the next battle would depend on whether he could break through the blockade and devour Yuko.

Otherwise, he might very well be worn down and die here.

Hei Shibo took a step forward.

The moment he made a move, everyone could feel an unimaginable sense of oppression.

This monster... is no joke.

It's completely unimaginable how someone could escape such a situation.

Zizzi! !

Suddenly, accompanied by a clap of thunder, a golden flash of light rushed in from afar.

"Breath of Thunder·Shape of One·Thunderbolt Flash!"

Kokushibo narrowed his eyes, dodged to the side, and Zenitsu's figure rushed out, smashing through the wall next to him.

"..."

What's going on?

Everyone was ashamed.

Wow…

A sound of chains sliding rang out.

Kokushibo withdrew his gaze from Zenitsu and looked back.

A meteor hammer whistled through the air as it smashed toward Kokushibo's head.