A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

"Why don't we just find an excuse to leave? This is even more tiring than fighting in a boxing ring."

Taiyi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but feel that he was simply forcing himself to endure the hardship.

Chirp~ Pop!

The last firework of the night shot into the sky, exploding into a dazzling display of colors that illuminated everyone and marked the end of the World Festival.

Zuoqie and Axia came to the railing by the bridge. One waved to the sky, while the other gazed at the sky with his sword in hand. Then, they both turned around and looked at Taiyi with bright smiles.

"Where the lights are dim, there is the most comfort to the human heart..."

Taiyi smiled and looked at the two of them, but the next second, he unconsciously rolled his eyes.

"Is that so? Then how about joining the Eternal Bliss Cult? I can give you all the happiness in the world~"

"Doma." Taichi turned around and looked at Doma, whose seven-colored eyes sparkled and whose fangs were bared as he grinned at him. A line from a song suddenly popped into his head, and he said it almost unconsciously:

"You're not truly happy; your smile is just a facade..."

Oh my god, why did I say that? So awkward...

I figured it out, and no one else heard it anyway.

Taiyi involuntarily shivered, looked around nervously, and then his expression returned to normal.

But Doma, on the other side, froze on the spot, tilting his head to look at Taichi, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ahem, Tong Lao Er, what brings you here?"

Putting aside the other demons, Taichi just couldn't be afraid of Doma, and felt that of all the demons in the original work, Doma was the most interesting.

"W-what!" Douma's pupils shrank sharply, then he looked incredulous and trembled as he pointed a finger: "What did you call me? That's so vulgar!"

Taiyi frowned, narrowed his eyes, and began to exert force with his left hand, which was gripping the sword hilt.

Name: Doumo

Age: 186

[Life span:? ? ? 】

[Essence: 7328.4]

Qi and Blood: 7277.1

【God Soul: 94.8】

Good grief, after devouring the Crying Ox Demon, his strength has indeed increased significantly, but now...

Thinking of this, Taiyi also looked at his own panel data.

[Sword Control System]

Name: Yamada Asaemon Taichi

Age: 20

【Lifespan: 62】

[Energy: 475.3 (+)]

Qi and Blood: 415.5 (+)

[God Soul: 103.7 (+)]

[Breathing Technique (+): Dragon and Tiger Combination (+)]

[Additional effects: Rapid recovery; Blazing inferno]

[Conversion Effect: Spirit, Energy, and Vitality values ​​are converted thirtyfold (60s)]

[Martial Arts: Dragon Tiger Style (+)]

[Title: Number One Under Heaven (You are the pinnacle of martial arts, the ultimate in swordsmanship, and the pinnacle of humanity. All who face you and do not submit will face only death.)]

[Title Effect: Increases HP by 35% upon entering battle]

【Power 1: Upon entering battle, reduces all enemy attributes by 20%】

【Power 2: Opponents whose spiritual power is far inferior to yours will temporarily lose their ability to move under the burst of your power】

[Common points: 215]

"With my essence level increasing, I have finally reached the threshold to celebrate my 60th birthday."

"With the complete conversion of essence, spirit, and soul, and the ability to boost health and vitality, plus the 35% increase from the title effect, the final health and vitality will be... a lot!!!"

"Although it can only last for 1 minute, I can fight for 60 seconds."

"Nine swords per second, enough to kill Doma 540 times! And that doesn't even include the fact that his power can reduce the opponent's attributes by 20%."

So... what am I afraid of?

Having finished his summary, Taichi immediately tilted his head, reached out and pinched Doma's face with both hands, pulling it sharply to both sides, just like a Yakuza child in a ransom town:

"what?"

Doma was also shocked. He never expected that his face would be stretched into a pancake shape by the other party.

But the next second, the hand hanging at his side quietly snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Tai suddenly felt his hands go empty, and then Doma disappeared before his eyes, replaced by a fluttering ice butterfly.

Hiding half his face with a fan, Tongmo's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he spoke gently:

"Taiyi, don't be so rude next time~"

"But I'm happy because I was actually a little angry just now! Hahaha!"

Shaking his head, unable to comprehend the thoughts of the madman before him, Taiyi looked at the ice butterfly that had vanished into thin air and said calmly:

"Just kidding. Your Blood Demon Technique seems even more amazing now."

"It seems you don't have a surname yet, so why don't you just call yourself Tsuchimikado from now on?"

Doma tilted his head, staring at Taiichi with interest, and laughed, "I am the leader of the Eternal Bliss Cult, how could I possibly become a member of the Shinto Cult?"

Oh, come on, your sect is a pure "lie-down" sect, whose motto is to take everything lightly and lie down wherever you fall.

"Enough with the nonsense. What brings you here?"

Taiyi stopped smiling, tucked his chin slightly, raised his eyes, and his aura began to rise steadily.

Joking aside, he knew perfectly well who the other person was.

Even if the person on the other side is a ghost, as a human being, one should never lower one's guard because of a few words.

"Really, why are you so serious? I heard you won first place in the world, so I specially brought you a gift."

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air came, and Taiichi raised an eyebrow, easily catching the fan that Douma threw at him with one hand.

"That's it?"

"Here you are. You might as well take a good look at it, but you have to hurry, because the two children don't have much time left."

"At the five-story tower of Senso-ji Temple, Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, is waiting for your arrival~"

Douma's smile gradually turned sinister. At this moment, boundless demonic energy transformed into ice crystals and spread outwards. Many pedestrians began to choke themselves, their faces turning purple.

court death!

boom!

The violent air currents swirled and dispersed the icy mist, while Taiyi also swung his sword forward.

[Conversion Initiated]

[Conversion paused, time remaining: 59 seconds]

It was another ice butterfly, but this time it had been cut in two and was slowly dissipating into the air.

However, a trace of blood remained on the tip of Taiyi's sword.

Douma gracefully retreated, clutching his bleeding neck, his eyes gleaming intensely as he muttered to himself:

"That's it, face Lord Kokushibo with anger, hatred, and murderous intent..."

"A dragon that wants to take a nap, or a tiger that is about to fall asleep, has no chance of surviving from Kokushibo's sword."

Looking at the vanished Doma, Taichi simply sneered.

He picked up the fan, intending to toss it away, but his pupils constricted sharply when he noticed the writing on it.

"Breathing of Thunder?!"

Thinking of what Douma had just said, his expression grew even more somber.

Two people? Could it be the Naruto Hashira and Sakura Hashira?

......

Outside Senso-ji Temple, a gentle night breeze blew and insects chirped, but a blood moon quietly rose into the sky.

Seikanji Raizo and Asaka Mai also decided to leave Edo and return to their respective areas to continue hunting cannibals.

Having left the bustling city and arrived in the suburbs, perhaps due to the environment, the two began to fall silent again.

Walking behind, watching Mai's graceful figure in the moonlight, Raizo gritted his teeth and finally mustered his courage: "Mai!"

"how?"

Mai Asaka turned her head, showing none of her usual impatience, but calmly stared at Raizo, as if waiting for something.

Looking at that cool yet stunning face, Raizo's throat bobbed, and he clenched his fists repeatedly.

After swallowing hard, he seemed to have made up his mind and shouted:

"Mai, please communicate with me... Wait, you don't need to draw your sword!"

Halfway through his sentence, Wu's face suddenly turned deathly pale, but she immediately frowned, veins bulging on her forehead, and her right hand slowly reached for the hilt of her sword.

Raizo's eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hands, fearing that the other party might slash at him in anger.

Seriously, you could have just refused, there's no need to pull a knife and kill someone!

"Raizo, are you afraid of dying...?"

"W-what?! What is this...?! What is that?!"

At this moment, Raizo also sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around in the direction Mai was staring.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted, goosebumps instantly rose all over his body, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

In their eyes, at the top of the five-story building, a tall warrior stood with his hand on his sword.

A blood moon hung behind them, and six eyes in the shadows watched them silently, emitting a red glow that flickered with murderous intent.

Hiss... Huff...

"So many years have passed... The light and shadow of the past reappear in my heart."

"Only you are gone, leaving these weaklings to cry out here incessantly."

Looking down at Raizo and Mai, who had already drawn their swords, Kokushibo's six eyes gradually closed, and his right hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

"The Demon Slayer Corps samurai... well, let's just consider them a warm-up before the match against Taichi."

[Moon Breathing·Form 8·Moon Dragon Tail]