Laugh--!
The icy blue water, carrying a bone-chilling cold, instantly swept across the entire mountaintop!
The severed arm was still tumbling in the air.
The Yaoshi's ferocious and arrogant smile froze completely before it could even fade.
That aura!
That sound of flowing water!
It's that damn, persistent, expressionless guy! Giyu Tomioka!
"No... impossible!"
A hysterical scream erupted in the Yaoshi's mind.
How could he be here?!?!
How could he be so fast?!?!
And this guy's strength... how did he become so strong?!?!
Driven by his survival instinct, the Yaoshi's body reacted swiftly.
His lower body, severed at the waist, exploded like a gecko losing its tail, creating a powerful thrust that propelled his upper body at high speed away from Giyu Tomioka!
He's trying to escape!
We must escape!
Although he was already immortal, the pressure from the man before him was simply too overwhelming!
However, his perfect escape plan came to an abrupt end halfway through.
Because Giyu Tomioka's figure had already appeared ahead of his escape route like a ghost.
Those deep blue eyes just watched him quietly.
"Transparent World..."
In his view, the Yaoshi's proud, rapidly regenerating, perfect body held no secrets whatsoever.
"Water Breathing - Sixth Form: Twisting Whirlpool!"
Giyu Tomioka's figure transformed into a rapidly spinning vortex!
The Nichirin Blade in his hand drew countless twisting and swirling blue streams of water in mid-air at an unbelievable angle!
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
A series of rapid, chilling cutting sounds rang out!
The Yaoshi felt as if his body was being swept away by an irresistible force!
He watched helplessly as his other arm, legs, and torso were brutally "twisted" off at the joints by the icy blue vortex of water!
"Kah-!"
The Yaoshi let out a bloodcurdling scream!
Pain!
It hurts even more than being burned by the Sun Breathing!
It was an indescribable humiliation and powerlessness, as if one's own body was being twisted into pieces like a pretzel!
In less than a second, the vortex dissipated.
Giyu Tomioka reappeared on the snow, his Nichirin Blade clicking as it was sheathed.
At his feet, the so-called immortal body of the Yaoshi had been dismembered and scattered all over the ground.
Only a relatively intact head remained, its face frozen in extreme terror and bewilderment, before it rolled to Giyu Tomioka's feet.
Instant kill!
No, it's instant disassembly!
Giyu Tomioka didn't even glance at the parts on the ground. He pulled a rope from his pocket and skillfully bound the Yaoshi's limbs and torso tightly, like tying up firewood.
"Bastard... let me go!"
"You damn facial paralysis!"
Do you know who I am?!
"I am..."
The Yaoshi's mind was still roaring hoarsely, trying to use language to maintain his pitiful dignity.
But Giyu Tomioka simply bent down, expressionless, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up to his face.
Their eyes met.
The Yaoshi saw only a bottomless void in those deep blue eyes.
All his frantic shouts instantly caught in his throat.
"I know you can't be killed."
Giyu Tomioka's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact.
"So, I will take you back."
"Give it to someone who wants to cut you open and see you more than I do."
Having said that, he ignored the Yaoshi's face, which was completely distorted with fear, and stood up, holding the apothecary's head in one hand and the bundle of firewood in the other.
He looked at the man lying unconscious in the snow not far away.
Tanjuro Kamado.
For the first time, Giyu Tomioka's brow furrowed.
In his Transparent World, this man's physical condition was absolutely terrible.
My internal organs are failing, and my life force is so weak it seems like it could be extinguished at any moment.
This body, on the verge of death, just now unleashed a power that even he found astonishing.
That intense, sun-like aura, seemingly capable of burning everything...
That kind of Breathing Style that uses a mortal body to fight against a perfect demon...
Is it Breathing Style you created yourself?
An ordinary person who is not Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, yet possesses explosive power comparable to that of the top-tier Pillar-level powerhouses.
This man is shrouded in mystery.
Giyu Tomioka became a little curious.
But he also knew that now was not the time to explore these things.
A ghost that is not afraid of sunlight has appeared.
Once this news spreads, Demon King Muzan will definitely stop at nothing to snatch Yaoshi away!
The fragile balance between the Demon Slayer Corps and the demons, which has lasted for thousands of years, is about to be completely shattered!
An unprecedented war could break out at any moment.
Now, he must bring this walking sun back to headquarters as quickly as possible and hand it over to Miss Tamayo for research!
Not a single second can be wasted!
Giyu Tomioka withdrew his gaze, no longer lingering, and turned to leave this place of trouble.
However, just as he was about to take a step...
A cry, trembling with the Scream, echoed from the mountain path!
"Father-!"
Giyu Tomioka stopped in his tracks.
He turned around.
The charcoal-selling boy with the scar on his forehead was scrambling and crawling frantically toward them!
Tanjiro's face was covered with tears and terror.
When he rushed to the top of the mountain and saw the hellish scene before him, he froze on the spot.
The snow was littered with the shocking marks of battle.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood that made him want to vomit.
The mysterious swordsman, exuding a chilling aura, was holding... a human head!
A human head that he knew all too well!
It's the Divine Physician!
Tanjiro's mind went blank with a buzzing sound.
So... what he said... was all true...
That gentle and refined healer who spoke of saving everyone... he really is... a ghost!
This cruel reality, like a heavy hammer, shattered his simple and pure worldview!
But the next second, his gaze passed over Giyu Tomioka and fixed on the figure lying motionless in the snow, his life hanging in the balance!
"Father!!"
Tanjiro let out a heart-wrenching scream, no longer caring about the demon that had been torn to pieces or the mysterious swordsman, and rushed to Tanjuro's side like a madman!
"Father! Wake up! What's wrong with you?! Father!!"
He trembled as he reached out to help his father up, but was afraid of touching his wounds. For a moment, he was at a loss.
Giyu Tomioka watched this scene, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashed in his icy eyes.
But he didn't have time to comfort a distraught teenager.
He only took one deep look at the man who had risked his life to protect his family.
Then, he turned around, and with a few flashes, he disappeared completely into the distance, carrying his heavy spoils.