Those were... left by Yoriichi?
The scars crisscrossing Muzan's body, still burning his flesh across hundreds of years, were left by Yoriichi Tsugikuni?
The scars kept shifting, surely marking the positions of Muzan's hearts and brains.
What kind of... man had he been?
Haruto tightened his grip on his blade and glanced sideways at Tanjiro, who was swinging his Nichirin Blade with all his might.
To the swordsmen of their generation, Haruto, Himejima, and the others possessed strength that ordinary swordsmen could never hope to match.
Yet the gulf between them and Yoriichi was just as insurmountable.
That thought did not discourage Haruto. Instead, it filled him with even greater gratitude for everything they had now.
Without a genius swordsman like Yoriichi Tsugikuni to lead them, the Demon Slayer Corps had nevertheless reached the same heights as in his era, thanks to a group of comrades who kept moving forward together.
And now, the first light of victory had appeared.
Under wave after wave of attacks from the swordsmen, Muzan struggled ever harder to keep up. Even... wrinkles had begun appearing on his face!
I can't keep fighting them...
Muzan gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite Haruto to death as he continued swinging his blade before him.
A Kasugai Crow swooped past, shrieking, "Thirty minutes until sunrise!"
Thirty minutes was a warning bell for the swordsmen-and a death knell for Muzan.
"Hahahaha! The God of Flashiness has finally completed his Score! Muzan Kibutsuji! Just you wait..."
Before Tengen Uzui could finish, Muzan took one long look at Haruto and Tanjiro, who was pouring every ounce of strength into cycling through Sun Breathing. After knocking the Hashira's attacks aside one last time, his black-blood thorns thrust backward, propelling his body as he charged madly out of the Infinity Castle!
"Teacher!"