What a shameful trap!
What a shameless retreat without a fight!
What gave someone like you the right to obtain the Breath of the Sun, let alone use it?
What gave someone like you the nerve to call yourself a Swordsman?
Shouldn't your swordsmanship have become muddled and impure long ago?
Fire almost blazed from Kokushibo's six eyes. Chase him!
He had to catch him, no matter what!
Kill him!
Even if he had to fight to the death until dawn, he would cut this man down where he stood.
Even Kibutsuji Muzan's orders no longer mattered.
Killing Tetsu no Sosuke was all that mattered.
He wound bandages around his arm, layer after layer, barely staunching the bleeding.
Tetsu no Sosuke gently rested the back of his head against a tree. Shifting his attention helped make the pain in his body seem a little less unbearable.
"Should be about enough..."
He held out a hand. The mottled Sword Mark made it look battered and broken.
"After this fight, I'll probably be in terrible shape... But I'm almost there."
He gritted his teeth. It was just ahead.
The time he had bought should be enough.
Besides, he really was nearing his limit.
He closed his eyes. Subtle shifts in the air told him a figure was approaching fast. At that speed, with that murderous intent, it could only be him.
Tetsu no Sosuke had gone to great lengths to ensure Kokushibo could track him down every time.
He had left scents and traces, taking care to make them as inconspicuous as possible.
Too obvious, and they would arouse suspicion. Subtle traces worked best: Kokushibo would pursue him without hesitation and leave the others to their work.
At that thought, Tetsu no Sosuke opened his eyes.
Kokushibo came to a