"No..." Tetsu no Sosuke shook his head. "It's just a little too early to call it over."
"Is there another way?" Kibutsuji Muzan smiled faintly. "You've declared your own helplessness by coming here to die. And your people... most of those so-called Demon Hunters don't even have the courage to come and take a look. If this isn't the end, then what is? I kill you here, and it's all over. And all of this began because of one foolish, ridiculous Swordsmith?"
He looked at Tetsu no Sosuke. "I should thank you. At last, the curse I've borne for a thousand years can be lifted."
"A thousand-year curse?"
Tetsu no Sosuke looked at Kibutsuji Muzan. For a moment, he didn't even know what expression could convey what he felt.
He sighed softly and rested a hand on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade. Slowly, he drew it.
Kibutsuji Muzan watched him in silence, his eyes cold with mockery and contempt.
"Put that blade away now and kneel before me, and you'll gain eternal life."
Kibutsuji Muzan spoke coldly. "I'm offering you the chance to become a perfect being."
"I already am..."
Tetsu no Sosuke snapped his head up. All color had vanished from his eyes, and a blood-red light surged from their depths. In an instant, he moved like a thunderbolt.
Boom! He vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, his blade shot straight for Kibutsuji Muzan's face.
The blade stopped just short of Kibutsuji Muzan's face. One hand had caught it.
"You are fast. Strong, too." A cold smile curled Kibutsuji Muzan's lips. "But you're nowhere near perfect."
"Am I?"
Tetsu no Sosuke's lips seemed to twitch into a faint smile. The next instant, the blade tore through Kibutsuji Muzan's palm, sliced through half his head, and drove