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

Muzan turned his back to the crowd and fled. In front of him, Zenitsu struggled to stand up from the ice, his legs trembling unnaturally.

It wasn't because of the cold of the ice or fear of Muzan...

Ah~ Why am I the only one who can stop Muzan?

You guys are way too slow!!!

Zenitsu looked panicked, and cold sweat poured down his face.

……

Well, it is indeed a little scary to face Muzan alone.

But more so because he used the Fire and Thunder God form several times that night, this form was still too strenuous for Zenitsu in his current state. His legs were in excruciating pain and he could barely muster any strength. Even if he wanted to use it again, he would probably need to rest for a while.

But now Tanjiro has already flown away, and Sanemi Shinazugawa's attack rhythm has been disrupted by Muzan's tentacles. Now, he is the only one who can stop Muzan.

Zenitsu shakily raised his Nichirin Blade and pointed it at Muzan: "Don't even think about it..."

"Go away!"

Muzan was already annoyed enough, and now facing a life-or-death crisis, he had no time to waste talking to these insects. He lashed out all the fleshy whips on his body.

Looking at those fleshy whips that were wildly lashing out, which were hard to describe, Zenitsu felt a chill run down his spine.

To be honest, he really wanted to avoid it.

Zenitsu gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, but the look of panic gradually disappeared from his face, replaced by a solemn resolve.

But he knew he couldn't hide.

Zenitsu sheathed his Nichirin Blade, lowered his body slightly, gripped the hilt, and assumed a drawing-and-slash stance.

Zenitsu took a deep breath, golden light flowing from the corner of his mouth. When he opened his eyes, a flash of lightning streaked across them.

"Thunder Breathing - Seventh Form..."

He knew that using this move repeatedly might ruin his legs, but if he didn't use this sword form, Muzan would escape. He wanted to use the power of the Seventh Form to push Muzan back.

Hopefully, after the treatment by Ms. Yu Zi, he won't have to have his legs amputated and reattached, since he's quite afraid of pain.

"Fire God!"

Suddenly, Zenitsu's figure gradually disappeared from the spot, and he once again transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, crashing towards Muzan.

"It hurts so much." Zenitsu gritted his teeth, his expression contorted with pain in his legs.

He attacked Muzan without flinching.

Muzan's face was grim. The tentacles dancing in front of him were torn apart inch by inch the moment they touched the golden light, as if they had encountered a meat grinder.

The repair speed can't keep up!

A hint of surprise appeared on Muzan's face.

Even though the decrease in physical strength slowed down the regeneration speed, the main reason was that the kid in front of him was attacking too frequently, so quickly that he couldn't keep up.

Muzan calmed himself down and did not stop because of Zenitsu's amazing sword technique. Instead, the flesh on his body covered him faster, making him look like a small giant, making a series of dull thuds as he stepped on the ice.

As the enormous figure drew ever closer, Zenitsu showed no hesitation.

stab~

The golden lightning struck the little giant, producing a sharp thunderous sound and bursting out with a dazzling golden light.

"Ouch!" Zenitsu's eyes rolled back from the violent tremors, and he roared angrily with his head hanging low, blood trickling down his forehead.

Muzan's size swelled to over four meters, making even Gyomei Himejima look short in comparison, let alone Zenitsu.

Its enormous size made it impossible to even think of resisting, but Zenitsu gritted his teeth and persevered, his Nichirin Blade piercing into Muzan's body, golden lightning slowly tearing through Muzan's skin.

Muzan slowed down, and there was a subtle movement that seemed to push his body backward.

but……

As Zenitsu's legs became increasingly burdened, the power of the golden light rapidly diminished, and Muzan's enormous body only managed to slide back two steps on the ice.

Muzan withstood the initial impact, and his hands, now covered in chunks of flesh, looked unusually large. He slapped Zenitsu's head with one hand.

Zenitsu was gradually losing consciousness due to the intense impact, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Just as Zenitsu's head was about to explode like a watermelon, the others finally caught up while Zenitsu was holding them off.

As the saying goes, if you retreat, I accelerate, which is equivalent to me accelerating twice as fast.

Sanemi Shinazugawa successfully reached Muzan's back, jumped up, and slashed fiercely at Muzan's neck with his Nichirin Blade.

Muzan paused, turned around, and slapped behind him.

Sanemi Shinazugawa's Nichirin Blade struck Muzan's neck, but due to the thickening of Muzan's flesh and his rapid turn, he failed to sever it in one strike.

As Muzan turned around, his powerful palm squeezed the air and slammed towards Shinazugawa Sanemi.

As the sandbag-sized hand came slapping down, Shinazugawa Sanemi kicked Muzan and pulled back, but was caught by the fleshy whip on Muzan's body, which wrapped around his right leg.

not good!

Shinazugawa Sanemi's pupils contracted slightly, and his cheeks were already distorted by the wind pressure from the slap.

"Beast Breathing - Land Fang - Uneven Gnawing!"

Inosuke appeared in front of Shinazugawa Sanemi, his twin swords grinding against Muzan's arm like saws.

Muzan's arm was like a tree, sawed open and bleeding profusely.

However, this attack seemed somewhat powerless compared to Muzan's thick arm, and it failed to sever his arm.

The sandbag-sized hand continued to slap Shinazugawa Sanemi with great force, while Uzui Tengen, who was closest to them, couldn't catch up in time.

Just as Shinazugawa Sanemi's head was about to fly off, a beam of light rose from behind Shinazugawa Sanemi's head, shining through his white hair onto Muzan's face, which was covered in flesh and blood and whose original appearance was no longer recognizable.

zizi...

Just as spring snow meets the warm sun, Wu Can's face began to melt away at a visible speed, turning into ashes.

"Ah~" Muzan let out a scream, and the hand that was about to hit Shinazugawa Sanemi's head was subconsciously pulled back, and he used it to shield his face from the sunlight.

The thick arm, which even the Nichirin Blade couldn't sever, melted rapidly under the dawn sunlight, like an ice cube falling into boiling water.

As the sun rose, Muzan showed no sign of stopping. Panicked, he turned and bumped into Zenitsu, then fled into the distance.

The dawn sunlight shone on his back, and as Muzan ran recklessly, the not-yet-fully-rising sun was once again left behind.

However, it wasn't just the Pillars who fought to kill Muzan.

"My swordsmen, now is the time to slay Muzan!" shouted the Kasugai crow circling in the sky. The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, who had been gradually surrounding Muzan since the ice rink was formed, appeared in unison directly in front of him.

Dozens of figures blocked Muzan's path, as if to extinguish his last hope.