Kokushibo's Death and Tsugikuni Yoriichi's Final Reunion

As soon as Roy finished speaking, Yushiro reacted instantly, like a cat with its fur standing on end!

He truly is Demon Slayer who hates evil!

Yushiro was reluctant to admit it, but the reason he and Tamayo had survived for nearly a century was because of Muzan demon blood Muzan had given them... Now, Roy was asking for demon blood, which was no different from taking their lives!

Emotions fluctuated, shifting from a calm lake blue to a surging red... Roy smiled as he watched Tamayo. Before Yushiro could react, Flesh Bud sprouted from his severed arm, mending it. Yushiro's anger and Tamayo's struggle could be sensed by sight and even just by their breath.

"You two,"

"I think you've misunderstood," Roy said, taking a sip of the tea Tamayo had poured for him. "Of the three thousand demon bloods, I'll only take a single drop, and exchange it for yours."

The Sun-Earring Boy calmly held up one finger. "Just one drop."

A single drop? Yushiro glanced at Tamayo discreetly. The woman, once a mistress, had her black hair pulled back in a high bun, exuding an extremely gentle and refined air. Perhaps only in the original story... at the moment of her death, when she sought revenge against Muzan, willing to sacrifice herself to inject the drug into him, did she reveal a hint of ferocity. After a long silence, he nodded and said, "Alright."

Roy glanced at her in surprise; the woman's quick and decisive agreement was somewhat unexpected.

Perhaps noticing Roy's gaze, Tamayo Muzan hundreds of years, wisely offered an explanation. "Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Eiichiro."

Tamayo knelt before Roy, her delicate hand gently lifting to refill his cup of hot tea, saying, "The Demon Slayer Corps has changed... The Pillars have changed too... I can feel it, that person... is afraid..."

A mixture of hatred and pleasure flickered in the woman's shimmering eyes as she gazed intently at Roy, saying, "I, a mere woman, am not entirely clear on the specifics of what happened, but considering the Demon Slayer Corps ' recent actions... Lord Eiichiro, your appearance has broken the Demon Slayer Corps ' nearly thousand-year-long suppression by Demon."

"That person?" Roy neither confirmed nor denied it, quietly looking at Tamayo and Yushiro, and said, "It seems that even though you've broken free from Kibu's control over Muzan, you still can't call him by his name at will."

Being called by name will trigger a response... imagination will trigger a response. Seeing will trigger a response. As long as it's Demon, everything Muzan thinks, imagines, says, and even... memories, can be accessed at any time if Muzan desires. Therefore... Tamayo and Yushiro's so-called "escape" is merely a temporary avoidance of Muzan's "active probing." If they were to utter Muzan's name, immediately... Muzan would locate and sense them again... This must be the powerful talent called [Absolute Domination] that I saw in Muzan back then!

What is "Absolute Domination"?

The superior to the inferior... God to the bishop, to the Believer... It's also a perfect interpretation of "I'd rather betray God than let the world betray me!" He's cunning, and we've been looking for him all along. Yushiro has been watching the Demon Slayer Corps' recent sweeping operations closely, and he's also witnessed the Pillars' strength. To help Tamayo, he's even considered cooperating with the Demon Slayer Corps more than once... but due to his status as a "demon" and his fear of the "Pillars," he hasn't been able to do so. Now...

The Sun-Earring Boy with the green hair pulled at his collar, revealing his chest, and said frankly to Roy, "You're right, if you're going to take it, take mine."

Roy glanced at Tamayo, who hesitated, struggling to softly call Yushiro's name, just like in the original story, before their Muzan, when they confessed their love and made a promise to be husband and wife in the next life... their feelings had taken deep root...

"Glug glug..." Roy saw everything, tilted his head back and drank the tea in his cup. Sweet... sickeningly sweet. Sweet to the point of being cloying... the sweetness was rampant, permeating the air with a sour stench...

"I said I'd only take one drop, and I won't go back on my word." With a "whoosh," the blade flashed, and Eclipse was drawn. Without any visible movement, Yushiro felt a slight chill in his chest. When he came to his senses, he and Tamayo looked over. A drop of black blood, reeking of a foul stench, was whimpering at the tip of the blade, already restrained by Eclipse, stuck to the sword and unable to move!

"That's it?"

"I didn't see his movements at all!"

Yushiro and Tamayo exchanged a glance, looking at each other blankly. The former touched his chest, finding not even a tiny wound, while the latter, upon regaining her senses, stared blankly at the drop of "black blood," as if she Muzan, causing her to devour her husband and child.

Tamayo lowered her head, her chest heaving, and her breathing began to quicken...

She couldn't forget her child, her husband, and the image of herself with blood all over her face in the moonlight. A warmth spread across her back as she nestled into Yushiro's arms. Then, she glanced at Roy...

The Sun-Earring Boy reached out and collected the drop of demon blood into his pocket. He immediately activated [Targeted Tracking Technique], using the blood as a connection to locate the causal link between himself and Muzan, casting it indifferently... At the end of this causal link, a scroll gradually emerged. In the scroll, a man dressed as a woman, wearing a black kimono and geisha makeup, frowned and listened listlessly to Nakime playing music, using it to... alleviate his unease and boredom. Suddenly, he shuddered and turned sharply, his eyes meeting a head of swaying, fiery red hair. He heard him say, "Found you."

Ghost Dance was Muzan, the chair beneath him snapped and he fell awkwardly to the ground.

"My Master?"

"It's Kamado Eiichiro... Damn it... He found me!"

"Crack!" The scroll shattered like a mirror... A tiny flame suddenly flickered from Roy's fingertip, burning away in an instant... At that moment, the Sun-Earring Boy withdrew his gaze, stood up, and simply said, "Thanks."

Turning to leave,

But halfway there, Tamayo called him back.

The woman watched the Sun-Earring Boy's retreating figure and said, "Are you going alone?"

Roy stopped in his tracks, gripping his knife tightly. "Three people are a burden, two are superfluous, one... is just right."

"That person also had Upper Rank with him, and it was... Upper Rank One!"

Kokushibo? Roy suddenly recalled the words Yoriichi Tsugikuni said to Kokushibo, also Tsugikuni Michikatsu, when they met again in their Tsugikuni Yoriichi years. "How ugly you are, Nii-san."

He held the knife in one hand, twirled it, and said, "Then kill them all!"

Fortunately, it's all "Life Energy," so we shouldn't waste it!

"You're too arrogant!" Yushiro suddenly stood up and said urgently, "What if you don't come back?"

"Then I'll never return!" His form transformed into fireflies, Roy, sword in hand, vanished into the moonlight, disappearing with the Moonlight through the villa's window... The vast living room was left with only an empty cup on the table, wisps of steam still rising... Tamayo Yushiro and his companion stood silently, one bowing slightly... A moment later, the Moonlight spilled out, and all traces of life were gone...

Yushiro snapped out of his daze, grunted, and said, "Miss Tamayo, ignore him. Let him die."

Tamayo remained silent for a long while, then said, "What if?"

The woman curtsied and rose, turning her head to look at the Sun-Earring Boy with green hair, and said earnestly, "What if he really gets killed by that person?"

Yushiro:.."

He paused, then plopped down on the sofa, curling up into a ball... Yes, what if he really could do it?

Silence is the villa at this moment.

Though their hearts were seated in the living room, their thoughts were truly tied to Roy's waist, drifting away with him... The Sun-Earring Boy used the Moonlight as a springboard, following the causal branch connecting him to Muzan, chasing after it... The causal branch meandered, constantly changing positions, seemingly hiding, or perhaps... fleeing! If Yoriichi, would he mock the other... "How ugly, Muzan..."

Roy didn't know, he only knew... light would expose all filth and Muzan, including... the Infinity Castle that Muzan relied on! Closer... ten kilometers... five kilometers... three kilometers... two kilometers... the Thread of Causality meandered and shortened. Until one thousand meters, it suddenly paused, then continued to meander forward... Roy's grave emerged from the moonlight, and in the distance he saw a swordsman with six eyes, golden pupils engraved with "Upper Rank" and "One," wearing a purple kimono with black spots and a black riding kimono that exuded seriousness, standing with his hand on his sword, waiting quietly.

Ancient, majestic, and traditional, yet with a hint of the eerie... Roy took a step forward, carrying the Moonlight, and landed lightly in front of the other person, silently facing him.

"Kamado Eiichiro. (Nose cut...),"

"Tsugikuni Michikatsu..."

"You know my name?"

"So ugly, yet so despicable..."

Kokushibo paused, looking up at the Sun-Earring Boy's long, fiery red hair swaying in the wind, slightly disheveled yet exuding a sense of casualness and freedom. For a moment, he was lost in thought, as if he were seeing the swordsman he had once envied and even driven mad with, his own younger brother... Tsugikuni Yuki... "Ugly, huh... Heh heh... That's what he said back then too..." Kokushibo murmured softly.

"He's right." Roy, with his sun and mountains earrings, casually remarked, "Why don't you take a piss and see what you look like, so I don't have to take action?"

In the original story, Kokushibo, who ultimately overcame his weakness of "Kokushibo," saw his own monstrous appearance reflected from the blade of Shinazugawa Sanemi's Tsugikuni Yoriichi of "ugliness" had left a mark on his heart!

"You're very rude, Sun-Earring Boy." Clang clang clang...

The "Kyokotsu" sword was slowly drawn from his waist. Kokushibo held the sword in one hand, looking at Roy expressionlessly, and said, "Demons don't need to excrete, they only need to eat, they don't need to urinate."

"Really?" Roy was somewhat surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt it made perfect sense and nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, trash like you are worse than excrement and piss; it's hard to say who would accept whom."

"In that case, are you... going to end it all yourself, or should I help you end it all?"

The Muzan Thread of Causality connecting Muzan snaked out for another two miles into the distance. Roy lightly patted his waist, and a sword rang out... The Eclipse was drawn, turning red, and ignited with a "whoosh," bursting into flames. The Sun-Earring Boy grasped it in his hand, and Roy indifferently looked at Kokushibo, saying, "Please, I'm in a hurry." Kokushibo's six eyes involuntarily narrowed as he felt the overwhelming heat of the Eclipse sword rushing towards him. Instead of retreating, he advanced, changing from one hand to two, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Roy's throat. "Very good, let this old man see Yoriichi much of Yoriichi's skills you've learned, Akaza!" The burning sword... that fiery red hair... and the Hanafuda Earrings hanging from the Sun-Earring Boy's ear, for a moment, seemed to overlap with the figure of Tsugikuni Yoriichi, filling Kokushibo with excitement, fear, and an uncontrollable urge to roar!

The flying hand unleashed a slash that carried dozens of moon-like strikes!

[Moon Breathing; First Form; Dark Moon; Night Palace!]

"Whoosh... gurgle gurgle..." The moon rolled, its Moonlight fading into a poignant glow. A gust of evening wind sliced through his face... Roy faced this sharpness head-on, forced to admit that the opponent's swordsmanship, honed over hundreds of years, was indeed seasoned and incredibly sharp. But Tsugikuni Yoriichi Sakumo Hatake, whose swift swordsmanship was honed on the battlefield using Chakra... relying solely on Breathing Style was still lacking. And this was the difference in understanding and perspective! It was a gap that Kokushibo, even if he lived forever, could never catch up to Tsugikuni Yoriichi!

"What a pity, no matter how magnificent your sword is, it's ultimately just... 7..." The void trembled, the moon wheel approached, Roy retaliated with a slash—a slash Self-Release, a slash that unleashed his true name, a slash enveloped in [Firmness], a slash that tore through the air... cleaving the moon wheel, cleaving the Moonlight, cleaving the wind's sound. Let the heavens and earth Youyou, let the bright moon rise high, leaving only a thin black line reflected in the golden pupils of Kokushibo, rendering him immobile, his hair standing on end, staring intently... as it sliced across his neck... followed by a chill...

An ugly head flew high into the air, then... fell to the ground with a "thud"!

[Self-Release... Zanka no Tachi; Strong]!

This time, having received instruction from Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, and combined with Roy's understanding of "gratitude,"... this slash, carrying a temperature of nearly 20,000 degrees Celsius, instantly sliced through Kokushibo's body, incidentally treating the severed neck with charred hemostasis—a display of thoughtfulness...

"I... you... cough cough cough..." The demon's head rolled off, blood trickling from the corner of Kokushibo's mouth. He stared intently at Roy, saying, "This isn't... Yoriichi's...[Sun Breathing]..."

He knew all the moves of the [Sun Breathing] technique, such as "Waltz," "Clear Blue Sky," and "Fake Sun Rainbow." And Roy's strike...

"I have never seen anything like it before..."

"So?" Roy took a step forward, his body merging with light. Under Kokushibo's once again shocked gaze, he pierced through Kokushibo's brow with his sword, lifting him up and placing him to be roasted in the moonlight. "Your sword is just a sword, still stuck in sword techniques, but you don't know... above sword techniques, there is... no technique..." "No technique?" Kokushibo struggled to open his eyes, but his consciousness grew increasingly dim... He roared in unwillingness, "I can't die yet, I can still fight! I just learned this, I'm not reconciled!"

As the headless corpse staggered, it seemed as if Flesh Bud sprouted from the charred wounds, coalescing into a new head... However...

Suddenly, a laser beam shot from Roy's fingertip... It was a [Laser]!

Then, without turning his head, the Sun-Earring Boy used his knife to shred Kokushibo's head, standing alone amidst the blood mist and debris... "Why should someone who's already a ghost bother trying to live?"

"You agree, right, Yoriichi- sensei?"

"Ring ring..." A revolving lantern belonging to Kokushibo appeared, and in the hazy light, a swaying mass of fiery red hair appeared...