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

Chapter 393 Don't Lower the Pillar's Standard

"You've actually said something sensible."

Although the words were rough, the meaning was sound; Ikuko still highly praised Shinazugawa Sanemi's words.

Although Sanemi Shinazugawa himself wasn't very comfortable with it.

A strange light also shone in the eyes of the others: "Should we cut along those wounds?"

That's truly remarkable; it's incredible that it could leave Muzan with injuries that would take hundreds of years to heal.

Is this really something humans can do?

Although they had already confirmed the locations of Muzan's five brains and seven hearts through Yuko's information, these wounds allowed them to more directly identify Muzan's weaknesses.

Simply put, what used to require memorizing the location is now done without needing to think at all; you just need to find the dotted line and cut it open.

Yuko nodded slightly, her eyes flickering: "That's right, along the scars left by Yoriichi hundreds of years ago, that's Muzan's weakness."

Through Yuko's clear vision, Muzan's vital heart and brain were visible beneath the scars inflicted by Yoriichi.

In the previous battle, Muzan had avoided her slashes by moving his heart and brain, but now they have returned to their original positions, which should be the most suitable location.

Unexpectedly, even after hundreds of years, Yoriichi was still able to help them.

The image of Yoriichi's passing resurfaced in her mind, filling Yuko with complex emotions.

She shook her head slightly; now was not the time to think about those things.

Beiming Island remained silent, his voice heavy with unease. The scars? He seemed unable to see them.

I wonder if he'll be able to see that transparent world.

According to Ms. Yuko, the so-called "transparent realm" is not the vision of the eyes, but something akin to the mind's eye, which allows one to disregard the problems of the eyes.

If he could awaken that ability, he would probably be able to identify Muzan's weaknesses.

……

After forcing everyone back, Muzan also noticed the appearance of wounds on his body.

Has their physical strength been depleted to this extent?

Even wounds from hundreds of years ago have surfaced.

Is that monster... still haunting us to this day?

Yes, what Muzan feared was neither the red markings nor the crimson blade.

The monster is afraid of red markings because it has red stripes, and it fears the crimson blades.

Compared to that monster, whose Crimson Blade almost completely blocked his regenerative abilities, the others were merely adding to his troubles.

Only that monster's crimson blade could leave an indelible scar on him.

The memory of being instantly killed was still vivid in his mind; what he feared was merely that person... that monster.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, give up resisting, you have nowhere to escape." The group steadily pressed forward, forcing Muzan into a corner. "It's time to atone for the mistakes you've made."

"Atony?" Muzan tilted his head, his face grim but without any sign of anxiety. "What is that?"

Clearly, he was quite confident in his ability to protect himself and escape.

"I don't think I made any mistakes."

Shinazugawa Sanemi's face hardened, and he flashed to Muzan's side, his Nichirin Blade revealing its sharpness: "Since that's how it is, you can go to hell and repent properly!"

"It's true what they say, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs." Muzan casually dodged his attack, turned around and kicked Shinazugawa Sanemi, causing his eyeballs to bulge out, his body to curl up like a shrimp, and he flew backward, finally rolling to Ikuko's feet.

"If it weren't for that woman, how could your Demon Slayer Corps have possibly driven me to this point?"

No one doubted themselves because of his words; they simply tensed up and stared at him intently.

"I said... can you stop being so useless?" Yuko stood barefoot on the cold ground, looked down at Shinazugawa Sanemi lying flat at her feet, and pulled her feet back. "You've lowered the level of a Pillar."

Since she was missing one shoe, she simply took off the other one as well, so that the difference in height wouldn't affect her walking.

Shinazugawa Sanemi, his face dark, sat up: "Huh? I said you woman..."

"You were the one who started it."

"..."

Are you a primary school student?

Sanemi Shinazugawa instantly lost interest in retorting, gave a wry smile, and turned away.

Muzan remarked, almost as if in approval, "How laid-back~"

He appeared expressionless, but inwardly he was very agitated.

how should I do it?

In this situation, there's absolutely no chance to get close to that woman.

Individually, these pillars, or even when they were at their peak, would be no threat at all. Now, however, they are making him feel constrained and uncomfortable.

With less than twenty minutes until dawn, should we retreat?

Or should we try one last time and make a final push?

Sanemi Shinazugawa passed on the frustration he'd brought from Ikuko to Muzan, sneering, "Yeah, having the regenerative abilities of a demon and not having to worry about injuries is just what makes it so enjoyable."

After fighting for so long, they only had a few scratches that weren't even considered wounds. All they had consumed was their physical strength. Experiencing the advantages of being a demon made them realize how sad it was to be covered in wounds so easily before.

Muzan also gave a cold smile: "Sharp-tongued."

Let's chat a little longer, and then we can bask in the sun together.

Yuko glanced at the sky, secretly estimating the approach of dawn.

The sunlight at dawn wasn't warm enough to instantly render Muzan powerless.

Just to be on the safe side, it's best to be cautious.

The two groups faced each other, each harboring their own secrets.

Tanjiro and the others were sweating profusely. Instead of feeling excited about the approaching dawn, they felt increasingly pressured, fearing that Muzan would escape.

Therefore, everyone stared intently at Muzan, not daring to be distracted at all. Even Inosuke and Zenitsu, the two chatterboxes, shut their mouths.

"Let's try one last time. If it still doesn't work, we'll retreat immediately." Muzan made up his mind, and the cells in his body went from dormant to active.

Sure enough! This guy hasn't given up yet!

Tanjiro, who had been intently watching Muzan's condition, unconsciously trembled as he held his Nichirin Blade.

"careful!"

Muzan's face was contorted with rage. After pausing for less than five minutes, he attacked the group again, his unparalleled aura crushing them. His speed and power were even greater than before.

Is this guy going to fight to the death?!

Everyone was shocked.

Fortunately, everyone was prepared and took appropriate action when Muzan made any move.

Their skillful combat techniques and teamwork allowed them to sever the tentacles that Muzan shot at them one by one.

That guy slowed down?

The ease with which Muzan's tentacles were severed left everyone puzzled.

But just now they clearly felt that Muzan's power was increasing rather than decreasing, which means... are they the ones who are getting better and better?