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

Chapter 368 Gathering the Strength of the Masses

Although Kokushibo was surprised by Zenitsu's speed, before he could sort out his thoughts, his swordsman instincts drove him to raise his Hollow Cry God in an attempt to block the powerful attack.

With his extensive experience, Kokushibo used the Hollow Crying God to block in front of him, but due to time constraints, the angle of the blade was not perfect.

By the time Kokushibo noticed this, it was too late to adjust.

zizi...

Like a thunder dragon's roar, the intense blades clashed and then separated, Zenitsu's figure landing not far behind Kokushibo.

next moment.

The demon blade in Kokushibo's hand snapped, and a long, narrow gash was torn open in his body.

"Cough..." Kokushibo spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was unbelievable; among users of the Breath of Thunder, he had never encountered such a sword shape and speed.

Was it created by yourself?

"Well done, Zenitsu!" Tanjiro's eyes practically popped out of his head.

Wow, Zenitsu is amazing!

Tanjiro was overjoyed, but a hint of helplessness lingered in his eyes.

It's too fast; he can't keep up at all.

Even if Miss Yuko hadn't stopped him, he still wouldn't have been able to keep up.

They're the ones who're holding us back.

Others share this idea.

They were carried away by a nobody who isn't even a pillar, don't they have any shame?

Taking advantage of the opportunity created by Zenitsu, the group quickly approached Kokushibo.

This time, we can't afford to fail again!

Yu Zi also looked relieved. She never expected that this perverted brat had grown to this extent.

The sword shape you just saw was quite stunning.

Zenitsu, who was praised by everyone as if he had appeared as a savior, was not in a good state at this time.

He turned around, wincing. The nerves in his feet were already a little numb; the Fire and Thunder God technique was still putting too much strain on his legs.

Even with the help of the markings, it was still very difficult for him to use it for a short period of time.

Can we do it again?

This crazy idea popped into Zenitsu's mind.

He thinks he can manage.

But we must find the right time again.

That last move helped everyone break through the blockade of the Black Death Sword Formation. In the next move, he must create an opportunity to cut off the opponent's head.

"Snow Breathing - Eighth Form - Unending Snow!"

The stunning snow-white slash aimed straight at Kokushibo.

Normally, he would have made a few stereotypical comments.

'She's nowhere near as good as Yuko.'

But now, with everyone pressing him close again, Kokushibo could no longer afford to be distracted.

"Breath of Rock, Second Form, Shattered Sky!"

The meteor hammer came hurtling towards him, but Kokushibo showed no intention of meeting it head-on and dodged it.

But what followed was...

"Wind Breathing - Land Form - Black Wind and Mist!"

A black wind blade suddenly appeared from the side and swung upwards, forcing Kokushibo's body to lean back.

This guy!

Kokushibo observed the crowd out of the corner of his eye.

Sanemi Shinazugawa grinned, bowed, and stepped back.

From behind him, coming towards him was...

"Water Breathing - First Form: Water Surface Slash!"

The azure blue, wave-like slash headed straight for Kokushibo's neck, forcing him to arch his body even further back.

"Flame Breathing - Third Form - All-Encompassing Flame!"

With a downward slash of flames, Kokushibo was forced to retreat once again.

"Breathing of Mist - Fourth Form - Horizontal Slash!"

Use the sharpest and fastest sword techniques possible, giving this guy no chance to breathe.

"Sound Breathing - Fourth Form - Resounding Slash Without End!"

"Flower Breathing - Fifth Form: Fruitless Peony!"

Two completely different, yet extremely frequent, slashes from the left and right constantly squeezed Kokushibo's last remaining space to survive.

"Beast Breathing - First Fang - Piercing Thrust!"

"Insect Breathing, Bee Fang Dance, True Dance!"

Finally, after dodging Inosuke's thrust, Kokushibo had no room to retreat and was stabbed in the body by Shinobu Kocho's Nichirin Blade.

He experienced a slight imbalance in his body.

Before Shinobu could even rejoice, Kokushibo's blades suddenly lengthened, the sharp tips aimed straight for her eyes.

The sharp tip of the knife magnified rapidly in those amethyst-like eyes.

But next second.

"Breathing of Thunder..."

zizi...

The sound of rang out.

Without a second thought, Kokushibo lowered his guard and slashed behind him.

however……

"Dream on!" Genmi ignored Kokushibo's body covered in blades and hugged him tightly again.

"Damn it!" Kokushibo's pupils trembled incessantly.

"A great opportunity!" Tanjiro's eyes lit up when he saw this.

That guy's breathing changed!

It's gotten rushed!

There won't be a better opportunity.

Seeing Zenitsu constantly gathering his strength on the other side, Tanjiro's feet moved faster and faster.

At the same time, Zenitsu's attack came first despite being delayed.

"Thunder Breathing - Seventh Form: Fire Thunder God!"

The slash was delivered without the slightest hesitation or doubt, aiming to cleave Kokushibo and Genmi behind him in two.

The centipede is dead but not stiff.

Kokushibo was still Upper Moon One after all. In this desperate situation, he twisted his body again and managed to avoid the vital spot on his neck.

Even during this time, he unleashed the blades on his body, slashing Zenitsu's waist with a bloody gash the instant Zenitsu touched him and pulled away.

With his two arms severed one after the other, Genya gritted his teeth and stretched out his mouth to bite Kokushibo's neck.

While in pain, Kokushibo had no time to pay attention, because...

Directly ahead, Tanjiro's figure, wielding a Nichirin Blade wreathed in flames, was steadily closing in.

"Breath of the Sun, Form Twelve..."

"Damn it!!!" Kokushibo roared in frustration!

He won't die here!

He hasn't...

"Fire Dance!!"

The fiery cross-shaped slash left deep marks on Kokushibo's body, almost tearing him apart.

The scene before him rushed forward, and Kokushibo's restless body stopped, his mind becoming clear.

He... was chopped down.

Before them stood the pillars, their faces filled with relief and a sigh of relief.

And further away.

Yuko, who had stopped the bleeding in the waist of the blond brat, turned her gaze toward him.

Although the body couldn't project its gaze, Kokushibo was still able to read her inner emotions.

Is it... pity?

Wheel...

Kokushibo's head rolled to the ground.

Tanjiro dared not relax for a moment. He took a deep breath and thrust his Nichirin Blade toward Kokushibo's head.

Even Upper Moon Three possesses the ability to survive decapitation, so it's hard to imagine that the first one wouldn't have it.

Sure enough, just as he made his move, Kokushibo's body suddenly moved again.

!

"Tanjiro! Danger!" In his moment of carelessness, Genya was thrown away again and could only shout at Tanjiro.

Will I be able to make it?

Tanjiro didn't stop, keeping an eye on the demon blade slashing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Damn!

It's too late!

He will be the first to be struck.

Tanjiro's eyes hardened; he had no intention of retreating.

At the very least, we need to get this guy's head...