While he lived, no one had been able to defeat him.
Even Kibutsuji Muzan had been beaten into retreat. Kokushibo himself had been unable to withstand a single move from him. That man's swordsmanship had reached a realm Kokushibo could not begin to comprehend.
Even now, remembering it made his soul tremble with fear.
And after all these years, another successor to the Breath of the Sun had appeared.
His feelings were too tangled to describe.
Anger, disappointment, regret—but above all, the urge to kill.
He wanted to kill him!
Why would the Breath of the Sun choose someone like him?
And now that feeling had grown even stronger.
This worthless coward, this weakling who would surrender—why could he use the Breath of the Sun when I couldn't?
There was no reason for it!!
Kokushibo jerked his head up, only to see Tetsu no Sosuke still smiling.
With a smile, he said, "But I don't want to give in, either... What should I do?"
Who was he asking?
Kokushibo froze for an instant. The next moment, Tetsu no Sosuke turned and ran.
Without a second thought, Kokushibo gave chase.
But after pursuing him for several minutes, he suddenly realized what was wrong.
"No!"
His brow furrowed. He spun around and broke into a sprint.
Blades rose and fell. Blood sprayed through the air.
Surrounded and battered beyond recognition, Akaza had never expected to end up in such a state.
These people must have practiced together beforehand, right?
How else could they work together so perfectly?
One-on-one, he feared none of them. Even against three at once, he could hold his own.
But now...
The Sound Pillar, the Flame Pillar, the Water Pillar, the Love Pillar!
And a fifth fighter, barely five feet tall, kept striking whenever he least