He could have just run.
Yet he had insisted on leaving a taunt to rile him up.
If Kokushibo had still been human, his blood pressure might have shot up on the spot.
"Those ninja tricks again... These things are useless against me."
Just like that Demon Slayer Corps member who had tracked him earlier.
Did they expect ordinary smoke like this to obscure his vision in the Transparent World?
That was far too naive.
As long as their hearts still beat, their feet still touched the ground, and their skin still radiated heat.
They would remain clearly visible in that transparent world.
His six eyes darted rapidly.
In less than half a second, they caught the indistinct figures of Xia Xi and Tengen Uzui retreating swiftly into the distance.
Although they were only two rough, moving outlines in his transparent vision.
That was enough to discern their movements and direction.
"Is this what you meant by... making your name known throughout the world?"
Kokushibo was just about to give chase.
But he noticed something was wrong with his body.
His vision began to blur slightly and double.
Breathing grew somewhat difficult.
And his limbs felt as though invisible chains had bound them.
Even moving became a struggle.
More importantly...
Kokushibo actually felt a long-forgotten tipsiness, as though he had returned to his human days and downed several pots of strong liquor in a row.
"This is..."
That little bastard Matsushita poisoned the smoke bombs?!
Kokushibo keenly detected a very familiar ingredient mixed into them.
The scent of wisteria.
To demons, wisteria was as revolting as excrement.
Although it was not fatal, merely being near it made them feel utterly sick.
Yet this time, the wisteria poison seemed to contain something strange...
Something he found irresistible.
He searched his memories