He had not even drawn his blade yet. How could his opponent know what he wanted to do in advance?
And he had actually identified his Breathing Style from the opening stance he had concealed.
This... this... this!
For the first time, Tokito felt panic. That wavering tremor returned.
At that moment, Kokushibo finally lowered his chin.
Suddenly, he said, "Coming, are you?"
Clang!
Tokito's figure flashed, his Nichirin Blade abruptly leaving its sheath.
The boy gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, and it crashed against the blood-colored Nichirin Blade Kokushibo had drawn.
"Good reflexes. Good awareness, too."
Kokushibo spoke without paying him any mind.
"Judging by your body, you should only be about thirteen. A genius unlike any other, then."
The more Kokushibo spoke in that indifferent tone, the greater the horror in Tokito's heart grew.
This man had actually seen through all his movements.
He could even work out his age.
"Then it is my turn now."
Bang!
In an instant, Kokushibo turned his blade, but Tokito reacted quickly as well, countering in time.
Yet Kokushibo's move was only a feint.
His swordplay soon changed course. After several feints, he finally thrust out his right hand, grabbed Tokito, and slammed him hard against a tree.
His Nichirin Blade slashed straight at Tokito's sword hand. Fortunately, Tokito dodged in time, and the strike only severed his thumb.
Even so, Tokito could no longer maintain a full grip on his Nichirin Blade.
"Yes, beat him just like that!"
The shadow demon in the corner suddenly began to laugh.
Never mind how much this damned Demon Slayer had shown off earlier.
His Nichirin Blade had even cut halfway through the shadow demon's neck!
Now the shadow demon wanted nothing more than for Tokito to die.
So he kept urging Kokushibo from the