laugh--!
Fresh blood spurted from Teiichi's forehead and the corner of his eyebrow...
Teiichi barely dodged the blade that the Kyokokukamusari him.
The next moment, Teiichi withdrew his force from the Nichirin Blade.
The stalemate quickly dissipated.
The Kyokokukamusari on the Nichirin Blade, heading straight for Teiichi Yi.
The Nichirin Blade quickly pressed against Teiichi's body.
Teiichi's arm muscles were taut, his hands gripping the knife handle like iron clamps, his fingers turning white from the force.
To prevent the Nichirin Blade from deflecting in any way.
Sizzle--!
As the teeth-grinding scraping sound of the blade rang out, Teiichi's figure, propelled by this force, flew more than ten meters away like an arrow.
After landing Teiichi quickly adjusts its posture to prepare for the next attack.
However, to Teiichi's surprise, Kokushibo did not press his advantage this time.
Instead, the Kyokokukamusari, holding the alien blade in one hand, stood quietly in place.
Kokushibo gazed at the Demon Slayer not far away.
He was panting heavily, and blood was slowly flowing down his forehead and brow.
It grazed my eyelids, seeped into my eyes, and continued to flow downwards...
The blood eventually settled on the upper part of the left cheek.
Kokushibo spoke:
"This is what humanity is like..."
"I'll get tired... I'll get hurt..."
"They will also be limited by their lifespan..."
"If you keep fighting like this, I'll kill you..."
"Bring it on..."
"Become a ghost..."
Upon hearing Kokushibo's words, Teiichi slowly raised his head.
In the pitch-black night, snowflakes continued to fall alone.
If it's not long until dawn, then Teiichi feel like you can hold on a little longer...
But now...
Teiichi gazed at the pitch-black sky.
It will probably be quite some time before dawn...
In other words...
Will I die today?
Faced with the option of death, Teiichi finds himself unexpectedly calm...
There was no fear of death, nor any attachment to life...
If I had to say something, I'd say there's still a bit of regret...
It's a pity we didn't defeat Muzan...
Unfortunately, there was nothing that could change the fate of the Demon Slayer Corps members...
as well as...
It's a pity I can't grow old with Kanae...
A flurry of thoughts flashed through Teiichi's mind...
The only thing I didn't think of...
It's about becoming a ghost!!
The snow fell heavily.
Because his left eye had just been soaked in blood, what he saw was a blood-red world.
The right eye sees the normal world.
Two visual stimuli simultaneously entered Teiichi's mind.
This gave Teiichi a strange and peculiar feeling...
It seems like it's not so bad to end it like this...
Teiichi slowly lowered his head, gazing at the Kokushibo not far away.
"Everything else is negotiable... but the idea of having to eat people is something I simply cannot accept..."
"Is that so..."
Kokushibo murmured, placing his hands once again on the hilt of his sword.
"If that's the case..."
"I guess all I can do is send you on your way..."
The transformed Kyokokukamusari lifted high.
" The Seventh Form!"
" Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit!"
The blade fell sharply, and instantly, several enormous crescent blades condensed in the air.
The vertical crescent blade pierced the ground and then sped towards Teiichi.
The ground seemed to have been turned over by an invisible plow, leaving behind smooth and deep furrows, with dust flying everywhere.
The next moment, Kokushibo's figure rushed forward quickly, following the flying moon blade.
The overwhelming attacks came rapidly. Even though he thought he was going to die here today, Teiichi's body moved subconsciously.
With each step, he dodged the incoming moon blades.
Then the Nichirin Blade was quickly raised.
"Clang!"
The blades clashed once more.
Then, a series of rapid, clanging sounds rang out again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Looking at the sparks flying up in front of him, Teiichi couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment.
Why?
Even though I knew I wouldn't make it to dawn if I continued, but...
Why did my body start moving involuntarily?
Memories flashed through my mind.
Teacher Shoma, Rena, Kanon, Shinobu, the Demon Slayer Corps members, and...
Kanae...
Teiichi's eyes welled up with tears.
Well... even though I know that continuing to hold on will only lead to death.
but...
I guess I still want to live...
The hand gripping the Nichirin Blade tightened its hold once more.
Feeling the force emanating from the Kyokokukamusari, Kokushibo's pupils grew even colder.
Ha... a death throes...
Clang!
After blocking the incoming attack with his hand, Kokushibo clenched his fists into the Kyokokukamusari, raised them high, and then suddenly extended them backward.
" Moon Breathing!"
Kokushibo hissed, his six golden pupils fixed on Teiichi's figure.
" Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths!"
The enormous alien blade moves from back to front.
It traversed an angle of nearly 360 degrees, cleaving Teiichi.
"Huff--! Huff--!"
Heavy breathing came from Teiichi's mouth.
He swiftly lowered the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
Then.
" Wind Breathing!"
" Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist!"
Whoosh--!
The two blades drew a dazzling trail in the air.
The next moment.
Clang!
The blades collided violently.
Teiichi's Nichirin Blade was pressed slightly downwards by the dark red blade of the downward slash.
But in the end, it was blocked.
There was no extra time to make adjustments.
The two quickly sheathed their blades and then slashed at each other again.
The clanging sound rang out once more on the battlefield.
However, unlike before Teiichi could still launch attacks.
This is accompanied by the depletion of physical strength and energy.
This time, Teiichi kept his Nichirin Blade by his side the whole time.
He continuously blocked the slashes that came from all directions.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The sound of blades clashing was incessant.
The prolonged, high-intensity battle Teiichi with no energy to pay attention...
Every single one of Kokushibo's attacks precisely struck the same point on his Nichirin Blade.
Finally, at a certain moment...
Kokushibo pulled his Nichirin Blade backward once more.
" Moon Breathing!"
" Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail!"
Kokushibo heavy voice came from Kokushibo's mouth, as if he wanted to decide the outcome of the night with this slash.
The change in tone from before made Teiichi perk up again.
Ignoring the stinging pain in his lungs and his utter exhaustion, he gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands.
" Wind Breathing!"
" Eighth Form: Primary Gale Slash!"
A pure, intense light enveloped the two longswords.
The next moment.
Clang!
The blades clashed, producing a loud, resounding clang.
Then.
Within Teiichi's ever-contracting pupils.
Click--!
The Nichirin Blade snapped in two with a crisp sound...