The old ninja's question.
Was also being asked by swordsmen elsewhere at that very moment.
This final battle was being directed remotely by Ubuyashiki's Headquarters.
Even with the new communications system, communication and orders could not possibly be transmitted without delay.
Naturally, several temporary frontline bases had been established in these mountains.
But to prevent intelligence leaks.
The locations and personnel of these temporary bases had not been disclosed to every member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
The location and existence of the command posts were important intelligence.
The fewer people who knew, the less likely the demons were to discover them.
Especially Muzan Kibutsuji, who already possessed the ability to read people's thoughts and memories.
Well... he first turned people into demons, then used the connection through his blood to dig out the intelligence in his subordinates' brains.
In a sense, that counted as mind reading.
And aside from Muzan, no one could guarantee that among the hundreds of demons constantly attacking them.
There wasn't one capable of peering into people's minds.
At that moment, inside one temporary base in the mountains.
Izumo swung his specially made, enormous Nichirin Blade.
Driving back an attacking demon.
As he spoke over the squad's communications channel, "Everything's fine at Base Two. We've got a Provisional Hashira, me, Kotetsu, and several Jonin guarding it."
"We haven't encountered any danger for now."
"By the way, which base called for help earlier? Do you need us to send anyone over to support them?"
His good friend.
Kotetsu, who had always served as one of the Sendai Dojo's gate guardians, leaned over and whispered.
"New orders from Headquarters?"
The swordsman holding the special weapon shook his head. "They're checking on our situation. One of the other bases came under attack a little while ago."
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