Ever since becoming a demon.
The number of Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen Akaza had killed, including members of the Nine Hashira.
Was far from small.
But that did not mean he had ever faced four Hashira-level swordsmen at once.
Although the four young men and women standing before him.
Were now all known as Provisional Hashira.
Their strength would have placed them among the elite of the Nine Hashira in the past.
Not to mention that once they activated their War Marks.
Their strength could increase even further.
Could he win?
Even Akaza asked himself that question.
And Murata, who had arrived with the second wave of reinforcements and whom Kyojuro regarded as a powerful ally.
Was feeling equally apprehensive.
After all, the sight of that demon fighting two opponents at once, his hands wrapped in a special energy.
And swiftly shattering Giyu's and Makomo's Constant Flux dragons was still etched in his mind.
Could I really fight this monster?
And that very hesitation.
Was swiftly picked up by Akaza's Compass Needle.
That newcomer with the center part-his fighting spirit keeps rising and falling.
He's the weakest of them!
It was not just Akaza.
Anyone with some combat experience knew that breaking out of an encirclement meant starting with the weakest link.
The next second.
The blue flames on his fists acted like thrusters.
Propelling Upper Rank Two toward Murata at tremendous speed.
He even found time to voice his disdain along the way.
"So not everyone in your Demon Slayer Corps is strong!"
Destructive Death.
Shatter Style: Echoing Lament.
It was a rapid charge that combined special footwork with a Blood Demon Art.
Trailing afterimages, the demon looked almost like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
In an instant, he was right in front of Murata.
The other