"Dangerous, dangerous. As expected of the Hashira—none of them can be underestimated!"
Although Shinobu Kocho had not even managed to cut off his neck, he had thought he could turn the tables and kill her. He had never expected the poison to take effect instantly and kill him.
He was a demon, yet he had been poisoned to death. If he had not experienced it himself, he would have thought it a fantasy.
The Demon Samurai shuddered with lingering fear. Fortunately, Lord Muzan thought highly of him and had given him enough blood for him to switch between his true body and his clone.
Otherwise, Shinobu Kocho might have poisoned him to death without him even realizing it.
"Wait, what is this sudden memory?"
The Demon Samurai covered his eyes, feeling as though his mind were about to explode.
An unforgettable scene emerged in the Demon Samurai's mind. It was a samurai, a samurai wearing a haori embroidered with a Three-Mountain Family Crest.
That samurai's bearing was as towering as his own was insignificant.
The Demon Samurai saw clearly. In that memory, he was kneeling. He was begging for mercy.
"What is this immense humiliation?"
The Demon Samurai's memories were a mess, and he could not accept it.
In his recollection, he had always been a powerful samurai, highly valued by that lord. Otherwise, he would never have been given the chance to challenge Kyogai of the Twelve Kizuki.
How could he possibly have kowtowed and begged another samurai for mercy?
What was even more hateful was that he had encountered another "Hashira" in a Three-Mountain haori, and once again fled in terror.
At that instant, the Demon Samurai's heart was nearly swallowed by endless humiliation.
*Though I'm a demon, I'm still a samurai. I might as well fight that