Chapter 325: We're Both Alive
The wind howled.
The weather was poor today. The cold wind of early spring bit even harder than winter's chill.
Tetsu no Sosuke wrapped his Nichirin Blade in his Haori and fastened it at his waist... He had no scabbard.
He carried Shinobu Kocho on his back, stumbling along the road.
His steps were unsteady, and blood kept dripping from his wounds. If the girl's faint breathing against his back hadn't reminded him that someone urgently needed help, he doubted he could have kept going.
He had pushed himself too far!
He had barely rested since yesterday. After struggling through the night, he had faced Akaza and then Kibutsuji Muzan.
He had used Extreme Flow Intent twice.
After Shinobu Kocho was gravely wounded, he had somehow found another burst of strength.
He didn't know what to call that state. He had no mirror to check whether Markings or anything like them had appeared on his face.
All he knew was that once Kibutsuji Muzan vanished at dawn and Tetsu no Sosuke obtained a bottle of his blood, he nearly collapsed into a heap.
If he stayed there, all he could do was wait for death to come for him.
But... he couldn't die yet!
His own death didn't matter. If he died, Shinobu Kocho would have no hope of surviving.
Sometimes Tetsu no Sosuke wondered why he was pushing himself so hard.
What was he still holding on to, dragging this battered body along?
What was he still fighting for?
Giving up would always be easier than bearing the weight.
Yet people chose to bear it, not lay it down.
Then he felt a little embarrassed by the question he'd asked himself.
Was there anything wrong with holding on? Those who had learned to let