It had to be said.
Tanjuro had grown his hair long, and his build had become considerably sturdier.
Combined with those Nichirin Flower Earrings, Sun Breathing, and the birthmark on his forehead.
Along with that utterly unruffled, tranquil expression... exactly like Yoriichi's.
His appearance was far too misleading.
At least, it left Kokushibo dazed and distracted for a moment.
Still.
That strange weapon, which resembled both an axe and a sword, along with an aura far weaker than his younger brother's.
Allowed the Upper Rank Chief to tell the difference.
This man was not Yoriichi at all.
It was the axe man...
The strike Tokito had delivered just now had put Kokushibo somewhat on his guard.
He soon noticed that Tanjuro Kamado's eyes also held a trace of "emptiness."
What was going on...?
Why had these Nine Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps mastered the [Transparent World], one after another?
He could not help turning his gaze toward Shinjuro beside them.
Surely even this generation's Flame Hashira hadn't...
For a moment, Six-Eyed Guy's and Big Owl's gazes met in midair.
Shinjuro: What's this guy staring at me for?
Kokushibo: Phew... it seems not everyone can use the Transparent World.
Seemingly noticing that almost imperceptible look of relief in Kokushibo's eyes.
A vein bulged on Shinjuro's forehead.
It seemed... he was being underestimated.
"Three... Hashira in total?"
Kokushibo raised Kokyū Shinju horizontally in his hand.
Moon Breathing circulated through his body once more, seemingly casting a chill over the surrounding air.
"Even I... will need to get... a little serious."
[Moon Breathing]
[Eighth Form: Moon Dragon Ring Tail]
The blade swept sideways.
That eye-covered Blood Demon Art longsword carved an enormous silver arc flecked with dark purple through the woods.
Those spreading, spinning Blood Demon Art crescent moons accompanied the tremendous