"Yoriichi's reincarnation? You, little girl?"
Naturally, Kokushibo did not believe Chinatsu's claim. Setting aside her personality and all the other factors, the most important thing was her strength.
If she truly was Yoriichi's reincarnation, he could dismiss her first strike as holding back. But her second had landed squarely on his body, and although it hurt badly, it fell far short of Yoriichi's power.
Had it really been Yoriichi, he would not have escaped with a mere wound. At the very least, that cut would have cleaved his body clean in two.
Yoriichi was the genius he envied, born with a demon slayer mark and access to the Transparent World. He had created an unprecedented Breathing Style, and his swordsmanship was godlike, forever beyond Kokushibo's reach.
She could not possibly be Yoriichi!
Yet even as Kokushibo thought this, he could not understand how Chinatsu knew the words, "How pitiful you are, elder brother."
Only the two brothers had been there, without another soul present. After saying those words and delivering a single slash, Yoriichi had died of old age. Kokushibo himself had never told anyone of that humiliation.
A trace of hesitation appeared in Kokushibo's eyes. Seeing it, Chinatsu knew the first step of her plan had succeeded.
Convincing Kokushibo that she was Yoriichi Tsugikuni's reincarnation was absolutely impossible. Chinatsu did not have acting skills of that caliber, and Kokushibo was no fool.
But even if she could not make him believe it, she could still unsettle him. That was enough.
Chinatsu maintained Hinokami Kagura's breathing cycle. Ever since she entered this state, even her breathing had become smoother.
Good. Let's go!
"Hinokami Kagura: Dance Flash!"
Chinatsu drove her foot into the ground and charged straight up to Kokushibo, who was still lost in thought, her Bright Red Nichirin Sword