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

Chapter 377 Ikuko with Two Swords

Compared to Yuuko, who is half-modern, the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps were completely stunned when they heard this statement.

It was neither anger nor calmness, just a complete blank in his mind, as if he had never expected Muzan to say such a thing.

"What, what kind of joke is this..." Kanae had a bead of cold sweat on her forehead, her face filled with astonishment, "How could you say that..."

Even after witnessing countless evil spirits that harmed humanity, Kanae still harbored a sliver of hope for peaceful coexistence with demons, a hope that was validated in the lives of Ikuko and Tamayo.

But now, the man before them, the progenitor of demons who caused the appearance of evil spirits, is named Kibutsuji Muzan.

They actually said that they were the abnormal ones after they had harmed humans.

This is a demon that even Kanae could never forgive.

It's like going through countless hardships and years of effort to finally find the culprit who killed your loved ones, only to receive an indifferent answer when questioned.

No, it's more than just indifference.

Muzan's actions no longer take killing humans seriously; he compares himself to a natural disaster and shows absolutely no respect for life.

Instead, they portrayed these Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, who strive to avenge their families and fight to protect others, as an abnormal group.

Tanjiro took a deep breath, drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist, and asked with a grim expression, "What do you take life for?"

What do you take life for...?

Muzan's crimson eyes trembled slightly.

Even though he knew perfectly well that the person in front of him was not the monster in his mind, Muzan still seemed to react as if he were under stress, and the image and voice of that monster subconsciously appeared in his mind.

He admits that your words are very intimidating, but if you handed that earring to the woman next to you and she said those words, it would be more effective.

Muzan was somewhat angry.

No problem, these humans don't have the same strength as that woman.

His expression calmed down, and he slowly walked towards the crowd.

As he acted, the crowd, who had been stunned by his outrageous remarks, finally came to their senses.

Himejima Gyomei clasped his hands together, two clear tears streaming down his cheeks: "Kibutsuji Muzan, you really are the one who should be destroyed the most."

Shinazugawa Sanemi's face twisted in a ferocious grimace: "Muzan! How dare you utter such words? Have you thought about how you want to die?"

Rengoku Kyojuro's face darkened: "Unforgivable!"

Uzui Tengen's face darkened: "It's not glamorous at all."

Giyu Tomioka, his face cold: "..."

Everyone became angry because of Muzan's words.

"Quack~"

"Three hours until dawn!!"

The ravens that had been thrown out of the Infinite City with them circled overhead.

Yushiro's Blood Demon Art talisman could only obscure others' vision, so Muzan was able to hear the voice without any problem.

He sneered, "Three hours? Are you really that confident?"

Shinazugawa Sanemi arrogantly drew his Nichirin Blade: "Half an hour will be enough."

Yuko glanced at him: "You're bragging."

Sanemi Shinazugawa instantly broke down: "Whose side are you on anyway?!"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Muzan suddenly discovered an important fact.

That is, it seems that he never intended to win this woman over from beginning to end.

Of course, upon closer reflection, he probably subconsciously felt that only he could become the perfect ultimate being, and that no one else was worthy.

However, given the current situation... it seems there's little hope.

As the cold, sharp sound of a sword being drawn rang out, the atmosphere in the arena instantly fell silent.

A small pebble rolled down from the building that emerged from the ground next to me.

As that faint sound rang out, everyone's figures vanished from their spot in an instant.

"Breathing of the Wind..."

"Breath of Flame..."

"Water Breathing..."

A dazzling array of sword shapes attacked Muzan from all directions, heading straight for him in the center.

"I really was underestimated..." Muzan lowered his head, and as he looked up, the attacks from the group had already reached him.

However, Ikuko and Tanjiro's expressions changed slightly.

Tentacle whips extending from Muzan's body shot out in all directions at speeds invisible to the naked eye.

boom! !

The speed was so great that it even produced a sonic boom, and the ground was torn apart, cracking open with long fissures.

Fortunately, the group's initial actions were merely a cautious probe, aiming to attack the enemy with three parts of their strength while keeping seven parts for themselves. Their instincts as swordsmen allowed them to react in advance.

However, Muzan's attack speed was far beyond everyone's comprehension. Despite having retreated in advance, he was still slashed by the long whip and thrown away by the violent shockwave.

In an instant, everyone was covered in bruises.

"So fast!" Everyone was shocked.

A streak of crimson frost spread rapidly, quickly dissipating before reaching Muzan, like a bucket of hot water being poured on a cold winter day, spreading outwards.

It stirred up a wide column of ice on the ground, like a sweeping wave.

Having withstood the sword-shaped attacks of the Pillars, Muzan chose to retreat as a safe option when facing Yuuko's Blood Demon Art.

As he leaped behind him, he directed the long, tentacle-like whips on his body to shatter the several-meter-high ice pillar.

Yuko temporarily forced Muzan back and looked behind her: "Are you all alright?"

"Muzan's physical strength is still above mine, so don't use too much force, just keep him occupied."

Trying to fight Muzan by sheer force is not a viable strategy.

No matter how much effort you put in, it will all turn into nothing due to that powerful resilience.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor scratch." Everyone shook their heads and stood up.

Yuko nodded and stopped paying attention, turning back to stare at Muzan.

Although it was somewhat difficult, restricting Muzan was far easier than her keeping an eye on others.

The Pillars have all activated their Demon Slayer Marks, so they won't be so easily killed by Muzan's single blow.

However, the size of the team caused Yuko some distress.

In that case, she wouldn't be able to use her Blood Demon Art as effectively.

Because before Muzan can be restrained, others will be affected by her Blood Demon Art first.

This actually helped Muzan.

Rather than using methods that restrict movement, the only option left is to employ a more direct attack.

Yu Zi sighed: "Actually, I'm not very good at it yet."

She muttered something inexplicable, then clasped her hands together and pulled a blood-stained demon blade from her right palm with her left hand.

The moment it was pulled out, the blood on the blade seemed to writhe as if it were alive.

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Rose Attachment Technique".

The blood on the blade quickly coalesced into a long line, like a red snake, encircling the blade.

Upon closer inspection, the blood-red, thorny vines were flowing slowly like blood, not ice sculptures, and did not affect the slashing attack in the slightest.

Left hand: Shura; Right hand: Nichirin Blade.

One on the left and one on the right, both with crimson blades, like two Nichirin Blades that have activated their crimson blades.

But in reality, the blood on the left side was her own blood.

In order not to disappoint that perverted swordsmith, Yuko forced herself to master the dual-wielding fighting style.