Fierce Battle

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Kanae spoke without the slightest hesitation.

To kill an Upper Rank Demon, she did not care what method they used.

"You two..."

"Are getting rather ahead of yourselves."

Akaza, who had maintained a fervent expression until now, turned cold. From the way the two of them spoke, it was as though killing him would be easy.

For someone who had pursued strength ever since becoming a demon, it was undoubtedly a powerful provocation.

Whoosh!

Akaza did not wait any longer. He attacked again, lunging at Kanae Kocho!

More precisely, he was aiming for the Nichirin Blade in Kanae's hand!

After becoming a demon and losing his memories of being human, Akaza had killed countless people over the centuries, but he had never killed or eaten a single woman.

It was a boundary he had held as a human. Even after forgetting his human memories and becoming a demon, he still instinctively upheld it.

That was also why Makomo had not sensed any killing intent from Akaza.

He only needed to destroy the Nichirin Blade.

Then he could continue enjoying his battle with Makomo.

But.

Doing that was not so easy.

Makomo herself was strong enough to completely suppress him, and Kanae Kocho was no helpless little girl either. She was a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps!

Whoosh!

Makomo swung her blade, her sword light tearing through the air and cleaving Akaza's body in two midair, stopping his attack.

But such an attack could only interrupt Akaza's movements. In the next instant, his severed body fused back together.

Still, that brief interruption was enough.

Silently.

Petals fluttered through the air.

Kanae Kocho, Nichirin Blade in hand, was surrounded by streams of beautiful petals. Like a flower spirit, she flashed toward Akaza.

As a Hashira