Jubei's head and body continuously turned to ash, and tears could not help but roll from his eyes.
As a demon, he had already lived for more than half a century.
Though he had lost most of his memories, his identity as a samurai and his desire to grow stronger remained obsessions he could never erase from his heart.
Perhaps his talent truly was lacking. Even after becoming a demon, Jubei's strength had grown quite slowly.
But his desire to become stronger had never changed.
Decades passed. Step by step, he rose from an ordinary minor demon into a powerful demon with supernatural abilities, one qualified to challenge the Twelve Kizuki.
Yet he had never expected that, just as when he had been human, when he reached the peak of his life, he would once again encounter someone from the Mitsushiro family.
As a human, he had failed to last three moves against Masashi Mitsushiro; as a demon, he had once again failed to last three moves against a descendant of the Mitsushiro family.
History was like a cycle. The pitiful part was that he lost every time, and each loss knocked him down from the clouds.
What had the purpose of his existence been, across these two lives?
Was it merely to highlight the greatness of the Mitsushiro family?
Jubei's sorrow was too intense. Under Observation Haki, it felt like surging rivers and seas, leaving one unable to find peace.
Mu Yu had not expected everything to be such a coincidence.
Demons truly were hollow, pitiful creatures!
Mu Yu could not help sighing. "Jubei, you are not a completely worthless samurai. Your [Blood Demon Art: Cherry Blossom Fall] is very beautiful. It truly surprised me!"
Hearing Mu Yu's words, Jubei's mostly vanished demon face froze, and even the tears