This was...
The First Form of Moon Breathing?
Kokushibo's six eyes locked onto the depths of the forest almost simultaneously.
A swordsman whose facial contours looked vaguely familiar to him slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees, dragging his Nichirin Blade.
And the distinctive haori draped over him.
It told Kokushibo, who had already fought Xia Xi, that this man stood at the pinnacle of the Demon Slayer Corps.
His gaze swept over the word [Moon] on the man's shoulder.
The Moon Hashira?
Kokushibo had never expected that today, several hundred years later.
The Demon Slayer Corps would once again have a member of the Nine Hashira who used Moon Breathing.
The previous [Moon Hashira]...
Had been Kokushibo himself, back when he was human during the Sengoku Period.
"You think you alone can stop me... hmm?"
He was only halfway through his threat.
When Kokushibo's voice stopped short.
Because under the scrutiny of the [Transparent World]...
He discovered that the Moon Hashira before him had not merely mastered Moon Breathing.
The minute structures of his body, and that faint, peculiar sense of connection... originating in their blood.
Coupled with those facial contours that gave him a sense of déjà vu.
"You seem... to have a presence that brings back memories..."
His six eyes fixed on the Moon Hashira.
The most recently promoted Hashira immediately felt tremendous pressure.
"Swordsman, what... is your name?"
Tightening his grip on his sword hilt, the woodcutter answered in a low voice, "Tokito. Kiseki Tokito."
Having roughly figured out the man's origins, Kokushibo slowly exhaled.
No wonder he had found those facial contours familiar.
The man's brow and features bore a faint resemblance to the wife he had had as a human.
"I see, so that is how it is..."
"The name [Tsugikuni] seems to