Flames surged in myriad forms, Unknowing Fire; hellfire roared, scorching evil.
Dead before the dawn could break; of all the passengers, only the Hashira slept. ×
Before the moon had set, solar flames rose; the red blade blazed anew, the mark took shape.
The sky grew pale, not a soul had died; he sought no craven survival, his resolve was iron. √
(My skills are limited; please forgive me.)
Akaza landed and steadied himself. His severed wrist regenerated, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the blood off his fist. A wound stretching from his left shoulder to his right abdomen remained on his body, slowly healing.
"Stop, Kyojuro," Akaza said, looking at the figure opposite him.
"You are certainly powerful, and that blade that suppresses my regeneration has caused me some trouble. But even with our regeneration suppressed, we demons still heal far better than you humans. Besides, you can't use that ability anymore, can you? That last slash had no effect."
Akaza spoke to Kyojuro without any expression on his face.
He had originally come on Muzan's orders to kill the Demon Slayer wearing the Hanafuda Earrings. After encountering them, he had struck, only for Kyojuro to stop him just as he was about to kill that Demon Slayer.
The powerful fighting spirit surrounding Kyojuro had stirred Akaza's thirst for battle. At the same time, he had wanted to turn Kyojuro into a demon so they could keep fighting forever.
After Kyojuro refused, their battle began. Unaware of the abilities of Kyojuro's Bright Red Nichirin Blade, Akaza had nearly been cut in half.
He had then abandoned his tactic of trading wounds for wounds, instead wearing Kyojuro down from a distance with Air Type and relying on the guidance of Destructive Death: Compass Needle to seize