He was still getting the worst of it...
Resentment and fury filled Kokushibo's heart.
He could not understand why, after sacrificing everything to grow stronger, he had not only failed to catch up to Yoriichi, but was now being overpowered by a Sun Breathing swordsman of a younger generation.
Back when he first aspired to become a samurai, he had trained hard every day until his palms were raw and his body ached too much to sleep, only to be effortlessly defeated by Yoriichi, who had never trained at all.
Then Yoriichi had left of his own accord, allowing him to fulfill his childhood dream. He had thought he was strong enough, but meeting Yoriichi again had shattered that belief.
The entire band of samurai he commanded had been nearly wiped out by a demon's attack. Even he had been helpless against such a monster at the time.
Yet when Yoriichi appeared, he beheaded that very monster with a single stroke.
By then, Yoriichi had become a perfect man, flawless in both swordsmanship and character. Jealousy and hatred replaced the peace in Kokushibo's heart, once again burning through his very innards.
To catch up to Yoriichi, he had abandoned his wife and children and joined the Demon Slayer Corps.
Even then, he could not reach that dazzling figure. Later, he had even cast aside his humanity and taken on his current hideous form, only to be defeated in a single stroke by a withered, elderly Yoriichi-a blow that had nearly cost him his life.
"It's not fair... Why do people like you exist in this world?! You make all my efforts utterly meaningless!"
Veins bulged across Kokushibo's face as he braced Kyokokukamusari against Chiba Yo's attack and roared at him in fury. His rage was now devouring his reason.
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