What he had taught Old Geezer Shinjuro?
"Oh, you mean this?"
As Xia Xi spoke, he held out his right hand.
An immense, mountainlike force, along with an unfathomably powerful will,
began pouring into his Nichirin Blade.
The next second, the Iron Fist on his right hand began rapidly turning red, as though plated with a scorching outer shell.
Waves of heat rolled off it.
Never mind how effective the move actually was.
The flashy visual effects and appearance alone were enough to make anyone envious.
It was just like feeling the urge to buy a cool skin when you saw one in a game.
Not to mention, a weapon with built-in special effects was even more irresistible to the two women, who already cared about appearances.
"This is called Grip of Ten Thousand Jun."
"Or, to keep it simple, you can call it a [Bright Red Nichirin Blade]."
Both Takitsuki Kazetoriin and Shinobu Kocho froze at that.
Wait, that thing on your hand isn't even a blade...
He shook his head, dismissing that little obsessive quibble.
He leaned closer and asked, "Right, this was what you used to smash that demon's clone apart just now, wasn't it?"
"Senior Shinjuro mentioned it in a letter to us."
"He said this technique could suppress demons' regeneration very effectively."
If this technique could be spread throughout the whole Corps...
No, even if it only spread among the Nine Hashira.
It could instantly close a sizable portion of the physical gap between humans and demons.
"But I've been secretly practicing for quite a while lately, following the method in his letter."
As Kazetoriin spoke, confusion appeared on his face.
"I still haven't even gotten my foot in the door... could there be something wrong with the training method Senior Shinjuro wrote down?"
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