Jiaozuo

"What beautiful yet dangerous snowflakes! But every drifting snowflake eventually melts, just like you!"

In an instant, Kokushibo moved. His figure suddenly vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Makomo. He drew and sheathed his blade in one fluid motion.

"Is that all? What a disappointment!"

"Perhaps you should look at what you actually cut!"

Makomo's cool voice rang out. All three pairs of Kokushibo's eyes twitched as he turned to look.

The Makomo he had cut in half at the waist slowly turned into snowflakes and scattered away, the flakes dancing chaotically through the air.

They suddenly surged toward him. The snowflakes condensed at the front, forming Makomo's upper body, and a freezing blade flash came slashing down at Kokushibo from above.

Kokushibo almost instinctively drew his blade again and blocked the strike.

Clang!

An invisible shockwave spread outward from the two of them, and the powerful aftershock instantly pulverized everything around them.

Kokushibo lowered his body slightly, excitement flashing through his eyes. Then he drove upward with force, knocking Makomo away.

Makomo scattered through the air once more, merging with the falling snow. Then countless blade flashes shot out from the blizzard toward Kokushibo from every direction, leaving no blind spots.

Kokushibo's three pairs of eyes turned in different directions. His figure flickered like a ghost as he continuously blocked every fierce blade flash.

Their figures appeared and vanished, constantly shifting positions. The terrifying clashes rang out in rapid succession without end.

As the two separated once more—

"Not bad, junior. Your sword has made me feel pressure. But it is still far from enough. Compared to my foolish younger brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, you are still far inferior!"

As he spoke, ripples flashed in Kokushibo's eyes as he directly activated his Demon Slayer Mark and Transparent