The Suppressed Breathing Style (Please Follow)

"Sorcery... haha."

The demon's expression held a hint of curiosity, mixed with disdain.

"Interesting..."

"But I have already said it."

"Humans are, in the end, just humans."

"And I am a creature approaching godhood."

Immediately, eerie blood-red patterns crawled across the demon's skin, and a vast amount of crimson mist erupted from its pores, mouth, and nose.

In the blink of an eye, it spread across the surrounding area, merging with the thick white fog already blanketing the mountain.

"Blood Demon Art."

"Demon Mist!"

The demon grinned hideously, its strange, raspy voice echoing throughout the mountain.

"You have been under the effects of my Blood Demon Art since the very beginning..."

"Every breath you take is laced with the blood mist from within my body..."

"Though, you don't seem to be like those swordsmen from before who relied so heavily on their breathing."

"The effectiveness of my ability is much lower here..."

Tsugikuni Yoriichi nodded; he now understood why his colleagues had never returned, even though many were genius swordsmen with power far exceeding the demon before him.

"So that is how it is."

"An ability to infuse toxic blood into the air."

"It truly is a hard counter to swordsmen who use Breathing Styles like mine..."

"No wonder those colleagues of mine never made it back."

Sarutobi Hiruzen also felt that this was the inherent limitation of Breathing Style swordsmen; their reliance on the air was far greater than that of other power systems.

If Hanzo were in the Demon Slayer World, I fear he could wipe out every Breathing Style swordsman.

With the abilities of that old poison-master, Hanzo.

"Therefore, there is no such thing as a perfect ability in this world."

"Demons, too, can evolve powers that counter Breathing Style swordsmen..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen reminded him.

"Remember to leave him alive, Yoriichi."

Tsugikuni Yoriichi humbly expressed his agreement.

"Indeed, one cannot underestimate these long-lived demons..."

"They are capable of progress as well..."

"However, for the sake of this world's stability, it would be better if he died."

The demon curled its lip, feeling that these humans were far too arrogant—even more arrogant than he was.

"Hahahaha..."

"You lot, having been struck by my Blood Demon Art..."

"You are already..."

"Clang!"

The sound of the blade leaving its scabbard was crisp and lingering, yet faster than the sound—and faster than the blade itself—was that flash of crimson radiance.

Solidified flames, imbued with the essence of the sun, poured out like a torrent, fully channeled into the demon's neck.

The intense solar power acted like a biological virus, ravaging the demon's cells and instantly causing the majority of its brain to necrotize.

With a thud, The demon's body collapsed, its face still frozen in the look of disdain it had worn just moments before.

Yet, faced with Tsugikuni Yoriichi's strike, it hadn't been able to react at all.

"Sun Breathing, First Form..."

"Waltz."

Tsugikuni Yoriichi quietly sheathed his blade, his expression as calm as water, as if nothing had happened at all.

Nearby, Masahiro, who had been exhausted from inhaling the blood mist, stared blankly at the magnificent swordsmanship before him; in that instant, it felt as if he were not looking at a human swordsman.

But a spirit of the sun.

Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled at the sight, equally appreciative of the swordsmanship that possessed both beauty and power.

Of course, if Hanzo were to come to this world, Tsugikuni Yoriichi would certainly be the exception among any Breathing Style swordsmen wiped out.

After all, Breathing Style swordsmen are Breathing Style swordsmen, and Tsugikuni Yoriichi is Tsugikuni Yoriichi; the two are simply not the same species.

As for the blood mist that had been lurking in the air since they started up the mountain, it had likely been disintegrated by the power of Sun Breathing the moment Tsugikuni Yoriichi inhaled it.

Sarutobi Hiruzen walked toward the fallen demon.

Following Sarutobi Hiruzen's advice, Tsugikuni Yoriichi did not kill the Blood Mist Demon; instead, he left a strip of flesh at the back of its neck, not completely severing its head.

Therefore, he had left the demon with a breath of life.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly and without warning, the fallen demon sprang up. Its head, still connected to its body by the strip of flesh, acted as a support as the demon's brain launched itself forward in an instant.

From afar, it looked like a hideous demon with its head separated from its body.

"Whoosh!"

A Kunai flew out, piercing through the air with unstoppable force and pinning the flying demon head to the ground instantly.

Although the Kunai was not made of the material used for a Nichirin Sword, but rather ordinary refined iron that Sarutobi Hiruzen had brought from the Hokage office, the invisible Wind Style nature transformation imbued upon it allowed it to pierce the demon's hard skull as if it were tofu.

Even though the Kunai was not made of Scarlet Crimson Iron, the demon, with its brain pierced through, completely lost the ability to move.

"My apologies, Mr. Sarutobi."

"I nearly let you get hurt."

Tsugikuni Yoriichi looked sincere; he had not expected that a demon could still have the ability to act after being slashed by him.

It was his first time sparing a demon's life, and he had not realized that a demon's vitality was so tenacious.

Even with its brain invaded by the power of the sun, it still possessed the ability to move.

"It is nothing; it is not your fault."

Sarutobi Hiruzen shook his head with a calm expression, looking at the extremely hideous demon head.

"The demon has actually already lost consciousness."

"The sneak attack just now was more of an instinct."

Just as a venomous snake still has the instinct to bite after its head is severed, and careless hunters can still get bitten, the demon, having fallen into a life-or-death crisis, was desperate to obtain energy to recover its injuries and had sought out Sarutobi Hiruzen upon smelling the scent of flesh.

What appeared to be a premeditated attack was actually the demon's instinct for survival.

However, this also showed the terrifying nature of demons; the instinct to eat humans even when dying was not just in the cerebral thoughts, but the cerebellar nerves were already completely different from those of humans.

Following this, Sarutobi Hiruzen did not give the demon a chance to regenerate. He immediately applied a Sealing Jutsu, and chains made of Scarlet Crimson Iron were passed through its Shoulder Blade.

He threw the chains to Masahiro, who was standing to the side.

The level of Chakra was extremely high; although the Blood Demon Art was miraculous, after Masahiro refined his Chakra to envelop it, the demon spat out a few mouthfuls of foul blood and expelled it.

Masahiro looked at the demon being held like a dead dog in his hands, a sense of admiration rising in his heart.

Whether it was Mr. Tsugikuni's magnificent swordsmanship or Lord Sarutobi's unfathomable Ninjutsu, both were far superior to him, a rookie.

The powerful demon that he could not harm in the slightest was being tossed around like dough in front of these two.

Suddenly, Masahiro looked at the wooden house not far away, which seemed to be the place where this demon usually lived.

Carrying the half-dead demon, Masahiro walked to the wooden house and slowly pushed the door open.

Immediately, a thick, pungent smell of blood rushed toward him, making Masahiro's eyes widen in horror.

Of course, what left him dumbfounded was not just the intense stench of blood that was enough to make one dizzy, but the hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood inside the wooden house.

Limbs, internal organs, heads, flesh, and bones.

Some were fresh and still dripping with blood, while others had been specially processed to maintain their basic appearance.

But without exception, these were all human bodies!

"Ugh!"

Although he had seen scenes of demons eating humans before, such an intense and tragic sight still made Masahiro vomit uncontrollably.

One update today, I have some things to attend to, will make up for it tomorrow.

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