For ten full minutes, Yoriichi struck fifty times!
From Kokushibo's smug taunts at the start to his pleas for mercy, Yoriichi never stopped.
Everyone around them had watched until they went numb. Even Tetsuhiro, up in the air, was utterly speechless.
"Good grief," he muttered. "He's really dead set on killing his own brother."
Below him, on the central platform,
The chair had long since been soaked with sweat. Muzan looked like a drowned rat, cold sweat streaming down his body as he trembled all over.
Everything Kokushibo had experienced, all his suffering, kept circling through Muzan's mind.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni's savage side had terrified him to his very core.
He had already given up on fleeing or resisting. Just destroy me. Get it over with.
Back with Yoriichi,
Only Kokushibo's heavy panting remained amid the ruins. He staggered backward, his six eyes bloodshot, jealousy and venom etched across his twisted face.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni's appearance had been like a crowbar, prying open memories he had sealed away for years and tearing all his pride to shreds.
Madness consumed his mind. He had already lost all reason!
"It was me! I did it all!" Kokushibo roared, his voice as hoarse as broken bellows. "I was jealous of you! Why were you born with such terrifying talent, admired by everyone, while no matter how hard I worked, I could only live in your shadow?"
He abruptly raised a hand and pointed at Yoriichi, a crazed light bursting from his eyes. "You casually threw away everything I fought so desperately to obtain! You effortlessly accomplished everything I wanted to prove!"
"Everyone revolved around you, praised you, revered you! And me? In their eyes, I was nothing but your appendage! I wanted to prove I was stronger than you! That I could do things