Fear Engraved in His Bones-Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
The towering flames illuminated the entire dark night of Mount Sagiri as if it were daytime.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to freeze in the face of this terrifying heatwave.
It was as if the entire world had been put on pause by this astonishing attack.
Giyu Tomioka maintained his stance of wielding the sword with one hand.
That Nichirin Blade, which should have been flowing with a ceaseless stream of life,
At this moment, it was like a branding iron just pulled from a steel furnace, radiating a blinding flame that made it impossible to open one's eyes.
Even though he was the one who started it all, Giyu's palms were still numb from the heat.
But his usually expressionless face remained as steady as a mountain, without even a furrow of his brow.
Behind him, Sakonji Urokodaki, who had been prepared to close his eyes and await death, was completely dumbfounded.
???
The old man was left with only one huge question mark in his mind.
"Didn't I teach him... the Water Breathing?"
"Where did this kid secretly sign up for tutoring classes behind my back?"
At the same time, in front of a secluded wooden cabin in the distance.
Tamayo, who had remained in place, stared intently at the familiar yet extremely dazzling towering flame halfway up the mountain with her purple eyes.
In that instant, her originally gentle and calm expression completely lost control.
Large tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She covered her lips tightly with both hands, trying to suppress the sobs escaping her throat, but her body was still trembling violently from excessive excitement.
This terrified Yushiro, the first pure love warrior standing nearby.
"Tamayo! What's wrong? Don't cry!!"
Yushiro panicked instantly, like a headless fly that couldn't find its way.
She frantically pulled out more than a dozen clean silk handkerchiefs from her bosom, wishing she could split herself into eight pieces to wipe Tamayo's tears.
"Which blind fool set fire to the mountain and blinded your beautiful eyes?"
I'll gouge his eyes out right now and use them as a light bulb for you to step on!
While frantically handing out handkerchiefs, Yushiro mentally cursed the guy who had caused the commotion and his ancestors for eighteen generations.
"No... no, Yushiro."
Tamayo did not take the handkerchief; her eyes, brimming with tears, shone with a hope and ecstasy she had never felt in centuries.
"This is... Sun Breathing."
Her voice trembled.
"That man's swordsmanship, the swordsmanship that once cornered Muzan... has it really been passed down?"
To her, it was more than just a ray of fire.
It was a true sun that illuminated the Demon Slayer Corps' centuries-long dark night.
But for these evil spirits who have taken over the night, this firelight is nothing short of a death knell!
As the intense heat of the sun wafted along the night breeze,
Throughout the entire Mount Sagiri, whether it's ordinary lowly demons or high-ranking Upper Rank...
Their reactions were remarkably consistent.
That's a crazy tremor from the deepest part of the cell, completely out of the brain's control!
That was the ultimate fear called PTSD, etched into the very core of Demon King 'Muzan genes.
Through Muzan's cellular network, this fear is being shared indiscriminately with every demon in the highest quality cloud format.
The Upper Rank Five, Gyokko, who is closest to the wall of fire, is currently experiencing the longest and most desperate few seconds of his demonic life.
His proud collection of ten thousand air-gliding sticky fish, which he considers avant-garde works of art worthy of being recorded in history...
Without even a sound, it turned into a pile of unappealing ashes from roasted fish.
"You barbarian with absolutely no artistic talent! You actually ruined my..."
The little hand that looked like Gyokko on her cheek suddenly put her hands on her hips.
That misplaced mouth was about to open its throat and unleash a torrent of trash talk.
But, the moment that blazing sun's intense heat rushed towards us...
Gyokko's words came to an abrupt halt.
His brain short-circuited completely at that moment, because a picture suddenly popped up in his subconscious without warning.
It was a memory that didn't belong to him, but rather a family heirloom videotape from the high Muzan Lord Muzan.
The image shows a man wearing Sun-wheel earrings, with a calm expression as if he were simply taking a walk.
The man simply swung his knife lightly.
With that seemingly ordinary slash, accompanied by a dazzling crimson flame, the body of the seemingly Muzan, god-like Muzan was instantly sliced into unhealable pieces.
Before that flash of light, the dignity of an Upper Rank, the pride of a demon—all are nothing but a joke that shatters at the slightest touch.
That illusory figure, spanning over four hundred years, coldly gazed at the Gyokko.
"Alas--!"
Gyokko let out a horrifying scream.
In the extreme shock, his facial features instantly became displaced, making his already deformed face even more indescribable.
My liver and gallbladder are ruptured!
At this moment, he had no idea about any avant-garde art or the great mission of killing the former Water Hashira.
Saving this dog's life is the most avant-garde art!
He didn't dare utter a single harsh word to save face, fearing that if he took another breath, he would attract the attention of that nightmarish man.
Gyokko exerted all its strength, spraying out a torrent of sticky fluid from its entire body.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his trump card— the Shell-Shedding Teleportation Technique.
I'm outta here!!
Let whoever wants to do this job do it!!
Even if he had to become Gyokko that only eats dirt underground, he would never want to face this kind of monster!
Having barely escaped the aftershocks of the flames and saved his life, the Gyokko's aura vanished completely into the soil of Mount Sagiri.
At this time,
The camera then shifts back to the ruins atop the mountain.
Kokushibo, who had just been torn in two by Giyu Tomioka's storm, was experiencing the most wretched moment of his life in hundreds of years.
He was like a broken, glued-out jigsaw puzzle, struggling to manipulate the flesh buds and piece his broken body back together bit by bit.
This feeling was awful; Upper Rank One's arrogance was being brutally trampled into the ground.
"Damn humans... how dare they humiliate me like this..."
Kokushibo gritted his teeth, having just completed the reconstruction of the last bone, and staggered as he struggled to his feet.
His six eyes hadn't even had time to fully focus before he was trying to find the expressionless man in the oddly colored haori to avenge himself.
But, the next second...
The blinding flames shooting straight into the sky from halfway up the mountain forcefully entered his field of vision.
Kokushibo's body suddenly stiffened.
His six eyes, gleaming with a cold, golden light, were fixed intently on what was below.
At the heart of the wall of fire, where black ash danced in the air and distorted the atmosphere.
The man wearing a different colored haori was standing with his back to him, holding Nichirin Blade that was burning with the flames of the sun.
That silhouette, that unyielding, domineering heat.
Kokushibo's usually arrogant, zombie-like face, which seemed to imply that the whole world owed him money, completely crumbled at this moment.
If the Gyokko was simply frightened because it received a video from the cloud...
So Kokushibo was a genuine, late-stage PTSD patient who survived from that era!
More than four hundred years ago,
The man who made him abandon all his dignity as a human being, and who made him willing to become this ugly person in order to catch up with him.
That man, even when he was old and nearing his coffin, could still drive Upper Rank One to the brink of despair with a single strike.
That jealousy etched into the soul, that ultimate fear that can never be washed away...
In that instant, it was like a volcano that had been dormant for a hundred years suddenly erupting.
Why?!
Why, even though I've become a ghost, and I've lived for over four hundred years, do I still have to see this light that seems to mock my incompetence?!
Kokushibo stared at the burning figure's back, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
His voice, filled with endless fear and jealousy, drifted away on the night wind.
"Yuan... Yoriichi?!"