Kokushibo's expression turned lifeless. With this move, Chinatsu had bound herself firmly to him.
He could abandon Kokushibo's Flesh Katana and escape the grip on one hand through the humiliation of severing his own arm, but Chinatsu's other hand held the Bright Red Nichirin Sword firmly inside his body. He was shackled twice over.
Kokushibo struggled desperately, just as Akaza had during the Mugen Train arc, though his situation was actually even more dangerous than Akaza's had been.
He did not want to die. He had become a demon to grow stronger, to catch up to Yoriichi's unreachable figure. Yet he had still not achieved that goal, and Yoriichi remained just as far beyond his reach. He refused to accept it!
Countless arcs of Crescent Sword Aura struck Chinatsu, yet her expression never changed. It left Kokushibo feeling as powerless as if he were punching cotton with all his strength.
"Get off me!!!"
The area around Chinatsu and Kokushibo had become a hell on earth, preventing Mitsuri, Tanjiro, and the others who had arrived from getting close.
Through the dense barrage of Crescent Sword Aura, they could only vaguely make out two figures. Mitsuri covered her mouth with one hand in shock.
"Breathing sword techniques? What style? I've never seen it before! Is Chinatsu fighting a swordsman?!" Mitsuri asked in disbelief.
"No, it's definitely a demon!"
Tanjiro's expression was grave. His nose was extremely sensitive, and despite the sword aura from the Breathing techniques filling the area, he could smell an overwhelmingly strong demonic scent coming from its center.
Upper Rank Two, or Upper Rank One?
The Nichirin Blade in Tanjiro's hand trembled slightly. He desperately wanted to help, but beneath the slaughterhouse-like barrage of Moon Breathing sword aura, he could find no opening to rush through. A profound sense