"Gurgle."
Gyokko swallowed hard.
"Misunderstanding!!"
Gyokko forced a smile that was a hundred times uglier than crying onto her already deformed face.
His brain was working at an unprecedented speed, frantically trying to find a plausible excuse in this certain death.
"This... sir!!"
Even Gyokko's address for Giyu changed from "a crude barbarian" to "Sir" in a flash.
You misheard me!! You absolutely misheard me!!
"What I meant was... if you like bonsai, I'd totally twist my useless head off!!"
"Yes!! I'll unscrew it and use it as a chamber pot... oh no, I mean, as a flowerpot!!"
"It even comes with a free fertilizer function!!"
While Gyokko frantically tried to justify herself, two crocodile tears even managed to squeeze out from the corners of her eyes.
However, since his eyes are located where his mouth is, the sight of his tears flowing out is incredibly disgusting, making it look like he's drooling while talking.
There was not a ripple in Giyu's deep blue eyes.
He had no interest whatsoever in listening to the monster's nonsense.
Hurry up and finish chopping, then we're done!!
Master Urokodaki is still lying there, the ground is so cold and damp, what if the old man gets arthritis from the cold?!
Giyu slightly twisted his wrist.
The light blue ripples on the blade began to gather silently.
But just as Giyu's wrist muscles contracted and he was preparing to exert force!!
Without warning, a deadly attack exploded in the darkness!
"Sizzle--!"
A deep black, crescent-shaped sword aura tore through the air with an unbridled and unreasonable force, heading straight for Giyu's neck!
This sword energy was so fast it defied the laws of physics; it carried a nauseating, pungent stench, its pure malice almost tangible.
"Danger!! Extreme danger!!"
The alarm system, stemming from biological instinct, sounded the highest-level air raid siren in Giyu's brain.
His body reacted before his brain did.
The Nichirin Blade was originally intended to slash at Gyokko's neck, abruptly changed its trajectory in mid-air. With a flick of the wrist, the blue blade barely blocked the black sword energy.
"Clang--!"
A metallic crackling sound that made your eardrums ache.
Giyu felt as if his arms had been struck head-on by a charging beast, and his tiger's mouth was instantly numb from the shock.
The terrifying impact forced him to stomp his toes to the ground.
He retreated backward like a startled cheetah, skimming the ground for more than ten meters, carving two deep furrows in the mud.
He steadied himself, his deep blue eyes fixed on the direction from which the sword energy was coming.
In the darkness ahead, a pale arm was slowly retracting.
The entire right half of that arm had transformed into a terrifying bone blade!
In the blink of an eye as the arm retracted, the terrifying bone blade writhed rapidly like fluid, transforming back into a normal person's fair and slender hand.
What followed was an atmosphere of terror that defied description.
An icy blue mist rolled out from the depths of the forest without warning.
The fog was extremely thick, spreading rapidly close to the ground, just like the exaggerated special effects created by pouring too much dry ice into a cheap stage play.
"Da... da... da..."
Elegant footsteps echoed from the depths of the mist.
The soles of the shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the icy ground.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the swirling, icy blue mist.
That was a man!!
He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, without a single wrinkle.
He wore a pristine white top hat, the brim pulled down slightly.
She was wearing a pair of shiny handmade leather shoes.
If it weren't for the overwhelming sense of superiority stemming from his biological hierarchy emanating from him, he would have looked like a successful entrepreneur preparing to attend a banquet.
A sense of oppression!!
Absolutely oppressive!!
The man walked slowly and deliberately, eventually stopping about a hundred meters away from Giyu.
"Oh?!?!"
Just then, Yu Gyokko, who had been so scared that she almost wet her pants and thought she was going to die, suddenly came to her senses.
His disproportionate face instantly erupted with an undisguised, almost manic ecstasy!
"They're here!! They're here!!"
"Ha ha!!"
The clown-like, groveling act from just now had long been forgotten by Yu Gyokko.
He stretched his two short arms out of the pot and waved them wildly in the air like a madman.
"You're finished!! You despicable, expressionless swordsman!!"
"That esteemed person has arrived in person!!"
"Our god has descended!! You will be torn to shreds and left without a trace today!!"
Giyu still ignored the pot demon who was shouting wildly.
His usually expressionless face was now taut with muscles stretched to their limit.
Giyu's deep blue eyes were fixed on the man in the suit a hundred meters away, and his breathing became extremely restrained without him even realizing it.
He opened the Transparent World without hesitation.
My gaze pierced through the icy blue mist, penetrating the expensive black suit.
When Giyu saw the structure inside the other person's body, an undisguised shock flashed deep in his pupils.
Five Brains!!
Seven Hearts!!
Those organs throbbed wildly and powerfully within the other person's body in a way that completely defied biological norms, radiating a life force that instilled despair and terrifying energy.
This is an absolute, ultimate alien monster!!
At this moment, the man slowly raised his head.
Beneath the white brim of his hat peeked out a pale face that was almost eerily handsome.
What's most chilling about him are his eyes.
Those were eyes as reddish-brown as amber, with pupils as narrow as a feline's.
There was not a trace of human emotion in it, only arrogant superiority and absolute indifference to all life.
Kibutsuji · Muzan.
This final boss, who has lived for a thousand years, caused countless tragedies, and is someone the entire Demon Slayer Corps dreams of tearing to pieces,
And so it officially arrived in an elegant yet destructive manner.
Giyu remained silent.
He didn't rush at his enemy like a protagonist in a shonen manga, yelling and shouting.
He simply gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly in silence.
Never reveal any weaknesses before you have a clear understanding of the other party's situation.
This is an ironclad rule that Giyu learned from his brushes with death.
One person and one ghost!!
A person dressed in a tattered, oddly colored haori, carrying a bloodstained knife.
A man dressed in a splendid suit, like an emperor surveying his territory, stood with swirling, icy blue mist beneath his feet.
The two stood silently facing each other, a hundred meters apart.
There was not a sound.
Even the noisy Gyokko not far away,
When Muzan's cold gaze swept over them, they immediately shut their mouths tightly.
Gyokko didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
He shrunk half of his body as much as possible into the pot, his small hands on his cheeks neatly pressed against the pot's side.
The confidence I had just displayed when I was yelling at Giyu instantly turned into pure awe in front of the boss.
A gentle night breeze blew by.
The hem of Muzan's suit was rolled up, and a few wisps of icy blue mist at the edges were blown away.
Muzan's crimson eyes Muzan, with a cold, predatory gaze, scrutinized Giyu Tomioka from head to toe.
The dangerous smell of gunpowder in the air had reached an extreme level.