Farewell, Martial Uncle
Looking at his younger brother, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, Tsugikuni Michikatsu couldn't help but feel their eyes redden.
Two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.
"What a beautiful dream."
Chapter 663 Goodbye, Senior Uncle
Outside, Kokushibo had just been beheaded, suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of flesh and bones grew out.
In the blink of an eye, a brand new head was formed.
Seeing this, the Scribe couldn't help but frown.
"Have you overcome the weakness of decapitation?"
"This is troublesome. Should we use sunlight to kill him?"
Just as the Scribe was pondering where to find sunlight, he realized something was amiss.
The Kokushibo before my eyes is different.
The newly grown head does not have six eyes.
Instead, they have eyes just like ordinary humans.
They look exactly the same as they did hundreds of years ago!
"What happened?"
The Scribe was immediately puzzled.
At that moment, Kokushibo suddenly spoke.
"Put down the Nichirin Blade."
"Don't be so nervous."
"If you find something is wrong, then you can take action."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe remained silent for a moment.
Finally, put the Nichirin Blade down.
What's wrong with you?
"I have seen through everything."
Kokushibo.
"You, me, and Yoriichi."
"That's true for all of them."
"I also realized just how ugly I was in the past."
The Scribe continued.
"Do you think you can fool me with such strange words?"
"I'm telling the truth."
Seeing that the Scribe was about to raise his sword again, Kokushibo remained unmoved.
"Alright, it'll be ready soon."
No sooner had he finished speaking Scribe suddenly saw something.
There is a chance that hair will fall off Kokushibo's head.
Then came the second strand, the third strand...
Gradually, other parts of Kokushibo's body also began to decompose.
It turned into fly ash and disappeared into the air.
"Are you going to commit suicide?"
"It's not suicide, it's liberation."
Kokushibo looked at the Scribe and murmured.
I'm a little tired.
"Let's end all of this."
As time went on, more and more parts of Kokushibo's body decomposed.
Soon, most of his body had disappeared.
"Scribe, you are a very good disciple."
"If Yoriichi had met you sooner, if I could have met you sooner, perhaps everything would have been different."
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
As he spoke, Kokushibo's decomposition had reached its end.
"Those who explore the path to the end will arrive at the same destination, regardless of their specific route."
"Yoriichi, I finally understand why you said that."
"I've come to find you."
After speaking, Kokushibo, no, now should be called Tsugikuni Michikatsu.
The last bit of his body had also disappeared.
It turned to ashes and slowly dissipated.
"Use the Rebirth and Afterlife."
"Target locked, Tsugikuni Michikatsu."
"I hope that in your next life, you can be a good older brother."
Looking down at the disappearing Void Cry God Departure, Scribe fell silent.
After a long silence, he spoke.
Goodbye, Tsugikuni Michikatsu.
Goodbye, Senior Uncle.
On the other side of the Infinity Castle.
Muzan, who was devouring brain food, suddenly sensed something.
"Kokushibo actually took that step."
"He actually overcame the weakness of decapitation!"
"Very good. In that case, as long as he doesn't encounter sunlight, he will be immortal."
They are getting plenty of nutrition, and now they are seeing their subordinates evolve.
Muzan was very happy.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
Kokushibo's life force was gradually weakening.
It's not the kind of weakening that comes after being killed.
Instead, it is a very slow, yet undeniably slow, rate of decrease.
"This is..."
"Did he commit suicide?"
"Having overcome the weakness to decapitation, Kokushibo actually wants to commit suicide!"
Muzan is incomprehensible.
Why do this when we've finally gotten to that point?
At that moment, a thought crossed a vast distance and came from within the blood.
"I'm going to see him."
Muzan could sense that this was Kokushibo's will.
The moment his thoughts dissipated, Kokushibo's life force also vanished.
Muzan's pupils contracted instantly.
"They gave up being human in order to gain eternal life."
"Now they're giving up their lives for these trivial things."
"Tsugikuni Michikatsu, you really are just an ordinary person."
He gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his scarlet pupils.
"Fine, it's better that you're dead."
Anyway, I've already gotten what I wanted.
As he spoke, a bulge appeared in Muzan's palm.
The moment the raised, torn skin appeared, a knife handle emerged.
With a swift movement, Muzan pulled it out.
That was a knife.
A knife that looks exactly like the Void Cry God Departure.
But Muzan knew that this was not Void Cry God Departure.
It is a knife forged from one's own flesh and bones, a knife that truly belongs to oneself.
"Scribe, please wait a little longer."
"Your life will end soon."
A strange smile appeared on Muzan's face.
It seemed as if they had absolute confidence in the battle to come.
For the rest of the time, Muzan kept avoiding the Scribe.
The Scribe also had new considerations.
It continuously destroys the surrounding platforms.
Everything in sight will be destroyed.
Occasionally, Muzan would also send over a few demons and parasites.
But for Scribe, a snap of the fingers could kill.
"Muzan, stop hiding."
After slaying the parasite in front of him with a single strike, the Scribe shouted.
"Come out!"
The sound echoed throughout the Infinity Castle.
It traveled all the way to the depths.
"Come out~come out~come out~"
But there was no reply.
Just as the Scribe was about to continue the destruction, Muzan's voice suddenly rang out.
"Do you really want to die?"
"Hundreds of years ago, I was severely injured by Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and you have been chasing me for decades since then."
"And now, you actually want to challenge me, the ultimate life form?"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe replied.