Through the thin sea mist, speeding across the churning waves, Haku spotted the hazy figure standing on the shore at a glance!
"Ghost!"
Haku's expression turned grave.
Though he couldn't make out the other person's appearance, whoever had shown up on this remote island at this moment clearly wasn't an ordinary person.
"Remember, the Shinobi World has only four days left!"
At that moment, Shinji's words from before his departure surfaced in his mind.
And with less than an hour left until those four days were up—
"The Shinobi World must not be destroyed by my hand!"
He closed his eyes briefly.
When he opened them again, all worry, hesitation, and misgiving had vanished from his gaze. Only determination remained—a determination to press forward without looking back.
So he held nothing back, instantly activating the Nintaijutsu Rapid, which he had taken from a demon and converted.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he was already speeding across the sea, but now he moved at an absurd pace. The shock wave he kicked up even cleaved through the churning water and pierced the thick sea mist.
On the island.
The stern-faced swordsman saw Haku racing toward him across the sea. He slowly drew the long sword at his waist and exhaled a breath of mist.
If Shinji had been there, he would have recognized the swordsman standing quietly on the shore at once. It was none other than the Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, Giyu Tomioka!
Faced with Haku's furious charge, he wore an expression so cold it was almost arrogant.
Thud.
Then he pushed off the ground. With a deep, muffled boom, he shot forward like a cannonball, heading straight for Haku.
He moved so fast that the ground beneath his feet didn't begin to crack inch by inch until