Akaza left the exhibition hall.
Walking down the streets at night, he could faintly hear the sounds of battle in the distance.
He knew this was that lord's order, intended to use large numbers of demons to draw the Demon Slayers' attention.
Akaza had lost his memories, but that did not mean he failed to understand why that lord had given such an order-
He did not dare confront that swordsman head-on.
Even Kokushibo did not dare fight that swordsman head-on.
At that thought, Akaza was somewhat dazed.
He had always despised "weaklings."
Because such "weaklings" would never fight anyone fair and square, resorting only to underhanded means.
Just like the Demon Slayer Corps swordsman he had encountered before, who had even volunteered the suggestion of poisoning a well.
At that thought, a bold idea suddenly surfaced in Akaza's mind-
Wasn't that lord sending the demons to their deaths by ordering them to provoke the Demon Slayers?
How was he any different from those "weaklings"?
Wasn't he using underhanded means too?!
Just then, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps suddenly came from the side of the street.
Akaza turned and saw a swordsman with long yellow hair tipped with red and bright, piercing eyes charging toward him at high speed.
The moment he saw him, Akaza recognized him.
He had seen this swordsman at the train station before and had even urged him to abandon his humanity and become a demon like him.
Akaza clenched his fists, a faint fighting spirit burning in his eyes.
He could sense that this owl-like swordsman had grown stronger since their last meeting.
Fighting a swordsman like this would surely let him forget those matters for a while!
A Nichirin Blade wreathed in flames came hurtling toward him with the force of an eruption