"Thunder Hashira! My Musical Score is complete! Let your lightning and this God of Festivals' sound join in a flamboyant ensemble!"
Tengen Uzui's roar was like the most flamboyant festival overture ringing out amid despair!
In his sole remaining eye, stained red with blood, burned an utterly dazzling light that cast his own life aside!
At that moment, the numbness and searing pain brought on by the encroaching poison seemed to become impassioned drumbeats embellishing his final movement.
His mind had never been clearer.
The "Musical Score" constructed from the rhythms, trajectories, and openings of all Gyutaro's attacks had appeared in his mind, flawless and complete.
Every note represented a slash.
Every rest heralded a dodge.
This was his alone-a divine battle composition written with his life!
Tengen Uzui blurred into an afterimage. No longer blocking, no longer dodging, he charged straight at those lethal Blood Scythes with an inconceivable rhythm!
"You bastard... you're asking to die!"
The astonishment on Gyutaro's face was instantly replaced by fury.
Though the wisteria poison had slowed him for an instant, his powerful Upper Rank Demon physique was rapidly dispelling that negligible effect.
He could not understand.
Why did this Hashira, clearly on his last legs and barely able to stand, dare to charge at him?
Such arrogance! Such... a lack of flamboyance!
"Rotating Circular Slashes: Flying Blood Scythe!"
Gyutaro roared, swinging both scythes and unleashing two intersecting, terrifying slashes like blood-red rings, sealing off every route Tengen Uzui could take forward!
Yet a wild, confident smile appeared on Tengen Uzui's face.
First measure of the Musical Score, begin!
His body tipped left at an angle that utterly defied human biomechanics, practically sliding along the ground as his twin blades scraped blinding sparks from its surface.
The two blood-red rings, powerful enough to slice