Originally, there had been over thirty swordsmen on Mount Fujikasane. Now, only a dozen or so remained. The gap was far too great; they had no ability to join the battle and could not help at all.
Not wanting to watch the swordsmen die in vain, Shinjuro Rengoku gave an order in his capacity as a Hashira.
After hearing the order, the remaining swordsmen first looked at one another. Then, seeing Shinjuro Rengoku's incomparably serious expression, they finally steeled themselves and turned to flee. They had also seen Hongyue slaughter those swordsmen in the blink of an eye and understood Shinjuro Rengoku's good intentions. Any further hesitation would only cause more trouble.
Hongyue paid no attention to the fleeing swordsmen. Their presence meant nothing to her; Shinjuro Rengoku alone was her target.
Looking at Shinjuro Rengoku, whose body was covered in wounds but whose eyes remained bright and resolute, Hongyue's gaze was filled with admiration. She had always appreciated swordsmen who would rather die than yield.
Then, without warning, a thumping heartbeat boomed through Shinjuro Rengoku's chest like thunder. As he drove his Breathing Technique to its limits, he suddenly discovered that his heartbeat and blood flow were accelerating sharply, while the strength throughout his body steadily climbed.
Strange patterns crept across his cheeks.
Across from him, Hongyue saw the changes in Shinjuro Rengoku and could not help frowning slightly. She recalled the Demon Slayer Mark on Kurozawa, as well as the unique trait it could pass on.
As long as one Marked Swordsman appeared, those who had come into contact with him had a high chance of awakening a Demon Slayer Mark in battle. Could you be the origin of the marks? Kurozawa's radiant, sunlike smile surfaced in Hongyue's mind.
She had seen Kurozawa awaken his Demon Slayer Mark