If Kibutsuji Muzan really showed up, couldn't he just run if he couldn't beat him?
At worst, he could activate True Extreme Flow Intent and burn through his life force to make it back. Surely he wouldn't die here.
He could test his blade while he was at it.
After all, he really had grown stronger, and the power of his Nichirin Blade had shot up too. But he had yet to put that progress to the test. It felt like wearing fine clothes where no one could see them. If that guy really came, he could give him a firsthand taste of how terrifying his newly forged Nichirin Blade was!
A day passed in idle speculation.
He sat on a rock while the Demon remained in the swamp. The two held their ground, and Tetsu no Sosuke even took a nap while the daytime sun was at its strongest.
But the moment the Demon moved beyond his range of control, he would wake at once.
Man and Demon stayed locked in a standoff. By day, they remained where they were; by night, they stared toward each other across the swamp.
You can't see me, and I can't see you, but I can sense you here, and you can sense me... It was a strange sort of understanding.
Several days passed like that.
Tetsu no Sosuke looked at his dwindling rations and sighed.
Had Yuichiro found anyone yet?
If he had, when would that person arrive?
Would they know to bring some food?
Preferably not dried rations. Preferably meat.
Chicken, duck, goose, fish, beef, donkey... Any of it would do.
If they could manage it, a little wine would be nice too. He had eaten so many dried rations lately that he could barely taste anything anymore.
He couldn't leave