Seeing this, Muichiro grew more alarmed and more despairing the longer he fought.
The speed he took such pride in, his unpredictable Mist Breathing...
Even his insight, far beyond that of ordinary people... all seemed transparent before his opponent...
His opponent had no need for flashy moves. He merely held Tanjiro's unremarkable Nichirin Blade, blocking and swinging.
Every block, every dodge, every seemingly casual thrust or clash precisely anticipated all his attacks and unraveled all the power he had gathered.
It was like an adult easily brushing aside an infant's flailing fists. He could not even force his opponent to move more than a few steps.
Above the two fiercely battling figures, the argument had also reached a fever pitch.
"Caw-! See that, Ginko?! My master is invincible! Your little master can't even touch the hem of his clothes!"
Kirishima Bupai's raven, Powa, flapped his wings and circled the battlefield, screeching smugly in a harsh, grating croak.
He was a size larger than an ordinary Kasugai Crow, with glossy black feathers and a sharp, fierce gaze.
"Chirp! No! Lord Muichiro is the strongest! Mist Breathing is the most beautiful! He's just... just not taking it seriously yet!"
Muichiro's Kasugai Crow, Ginko, anxiously argued back. Her voice was clear and melodious, like silver bells, nothing like a crow's. She sounded more like a dainty, charming hwamei.
She tried hard to fly closer to cheer on her master, only to be driven back by the wind from Powa's wings.
"Caw, hahaha! Taking it seriously? Two Upper Ranks! My master killed two Upper Ranks single-handedly!"
"How many Upper Ranks has your all-show-and-no-substance master killed? Zero! Caw, caw, caw, caw! Caw, hahaha!" Powa's voice brimmed with blatant mockery.
"Chirp! Y-you're talking nonsense! That was just luck! Lord Muichiro will sooner or later..." Ginko was