A fierce battle was raging in a forest on the snowfields of the Land of Iron. Both sides were made up of swordsmanship experts, pitting their superb skills against each other!
Clang, clang, clang.
The crisp clash of metal pierced the howling wind and snow, echoing through the forest.
A moment later, blood spurted into the air, and another armored samurai of the Land of Iron fell to the ground. Steaming blood seeped through the gaps in his armor, staining a wide patch of snow crimson.
From a higher vantage point, one would have seen the bodies of the Land of Iron's samurai strewn across the forest.
Swish.
Kokushibo flicked the blade in his hand, Kokushibo's Evil Blade, and a spray of blood fell to the ground, leaving a streak behind.
Then, with a grim expression, Kokushibo addressed Mifune, the samurai leader who had been hounding him relentlessly. "Are you going to keep throwing your lives away?"
Mifune showed no sign of wavering at the deaths of his comrades. "I will never allow a wicked fiend like you to run rampant in the Land of Iron!"
"Wicked? Hmph."
Kokushibo gave a derisive snort.
Though he had little regard for Mifune's foolishness, he still couldn't afford to be careless against a swordsman of Mifune's caliber.
The samurai of the Land of Iron in the Shinobi World had never trained in the Demon Slayer World's Breathing Technique, but thanks to Chakra, their speed and strength were no weaker than those of the Demon Slayer Corps' swordsmen.
Mifune, the finest among them, was especially formidable—a worthy opponent!
Whoosh! Boom!
Just then, fireworks burst in the sky in the distance.
One of the surviving samurai beside Mifune brightened at the sight. "That's a signal flare from Iwagakure! The Iwagakure Ninja Army is nearby!"
Kokushibo