His eyes were calm, just like his heart.
Whether his heart was truly untroubled was hard to say... but at least that was how he appeared.
This strike mattered!
In Tetsu no Sosuke's entire plan, this strike might even directly determine the battle's final outcome.
So, give it your all!
Those were the words Tetsu no Sosuke had said to him before the battle began.
Don't fight yourself to exhaustion, don't bleed yourself dry, just give it your all!!!
Then he would give it his all!!
The blade sliced through the air, a faint rumble of flowing water accompanying it. A curtain of water blotted out the sky, the air grew still, and the world before him seemed to have become a realm of water.
This was an entirely new Water Breathing technique.
He had never really had enough confidence in it, never been sure whether this technique was truly as good as he imagined.
But at this very moment, did he have any other choice?
Apparently not!
Then it came back to those same words... give it your all!
Wherever the blade swept, wherever it pointed, lay the ends of the earth!
Water Breathing—Eleventh Form: Dead Calm!
His body sent flying, Kokushibo looked up at the sky.
Had they knocked me away?
Was this your scheme?
How laughable!
Feeble cowards and a pack of schemers who only know how to hide in the shadows—why do you still dare call yourselves Swordsmen?
Where is the courage of a Swordsman who relies on nothing but the blade in his hand?
Have you lost it all?
Has the Demon Slayer Corps... fallen so low?
His mind brimmed with nothing but scorn.
A cold wind rose, and the killing intent grew stronger!
As his body neared the ground, Kokushibo's six merciless eyes waited