"A mere clone dares act up before me, the God of Festivals!"
As Tengen Uzui stared at the demon made of obi before him, which bore a seventy-to-eighty-percent resemblance to Daki, the displeasure on his face was almost overflowing.
First, that Thunder Hashira named Sasuke had stolen all the limelight with his godlike bearing. Now an Upper Rank's clone had tied him down.
This was simply the least flashy festival of his life!
"I'll blast that pile of rags to pieces with the flashiest sonic boom!"
Tengen Uzui roared, moving like the wind as his enormous twin blades crossed, unleashing a string of deafening explosions.
"Sound Breathing, Fifth Form: String Performance!"
A furious storm of flashing blades engulfed the Obi Clone in an instant.
Amid the thunderous blasts, the Obi Clone was sliced into hundreds of fragments that scattered through the air.
But before Tengen Uzui could strike a flashy finishing pose, the scattered fragments gathered again in midair as though alive, writhing like black sludge. In the blink of an eye, they regained their original form without so much as a scratch remaining.
"What?"
Tengen Uzui's smile froze.
This thing was actually harder to deal with than the original!
"Mr. Uzui! Be careful! It's about to attack!"
Tanjiro shouted a warning from nearby.
Rather than launching a fierce assault like Uzui, he had devoted his full attention to defense.
He could tell that although this clone was weaker than the original, its flexibility and regeneration rendered ordinary slashes almost useless.
"Water Breathing, Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin!"
Tanjiro swung his Nichirin Blade, creating an enormous barrier of water that blocked every obi fragment shooting toward the surrounding homes like venomous snakes.
Every collision left his arms numb.
"Tch, what a nuisance!"
Tengen Uzui clicked his tongue. He realized that simple