Meanwhile, as Persimmon encountered an Upper Rank...
Murata, who had previously served as bait...
And pretended to pick a fake Blue Spider Lily to lure Muzan to the site of the final battle...
Was now racing through the mountain range.
Originally, he had been in another area, responsible for intercepting the ordinary demons coming from every direction.
But not long ago, Murata had received a plea for help from his friend over the channel.
Headquarters had soon adjusted its arrangements as well, ordering him to hurry over and provide support.
An Upper Rank had failed to follow the anticipated route.
And had encountered a Swordsman below the level of the Nine Hashira ahead of schedule.
Stale breath kept spilling from the corners of the young Swordsman's mouth.
Forcing Murata's already tremendous speed several notches higher.
To save time...
Provisional Route Hashira Murata had even activated his [war mark].
Hang in there, Giyu.
Although Murata knew very well that his friend was far stronger than he was...
An encounter with an Upper Rank could still put his life in danger.
As for himself?
Even if there was little he could do, he could at least contribute some fighting strength.
Working together...
They might just hold out until another of the Nine Hashira arrived.
But whenever he thought about the enemy being one of the legendary Upper Rank Twelve Kizuki...
The center-parted Swordsman felt uncertain again.
If the worst came to pass...
Perhaps, perhaps I could create an opportunity for Giyu to retreat.
He's the truly gifted Water Breathing Swordsman.
He can't die here.
As for me...
My talent is clearly mediocre.
Yet I've received so much help and care from the Dawn Hashira, and from Giyu and Mr. Sabito, time and again.
And even now, I'm still this useless.
Murata felt