Ignoring what Taro was thinking, Teiichi's gaze returned to Taro.
"No... no, you don't need to... you don't need to kill both of us at the same time! Just... just kill one of us!"
Noticing Teiichi's gaze, Taro stammered, not caring whether the other person believed him or not.
However, all that responded to him was the re-emergence of the gleaming blade.
Whoosh--!
The newly grown limbs were cut off again.
To prevent Taro from screaming in agony, Teiichi also shaved off his jawline.
Then, grabbing Upper Rank Six by the collar, he quickly leaped out of the window.
They quickly followed White Feather to the battlefield.
On the battlefield, the glow of dawn shimmered and flames danced.
Teiichi's arrival caused both of them on the battlefield to stop moving.
His gaze swept quickly across Teiichi's face, then shifted to the still-bleeding figure in Teiichi's hand.
Muichiro's eyes were filled with doubt.
Jiro's face instantly darkened.
Two Demon Slayer actually showed up this time?
Perhaps I really shouldn't have called Taro in last night...
A fleeting sense of regret crossed Jiro's mind, but it was quickly overwhelmed by even greater anger.
But it's still because Taro is such a useless guy!
Isn't he usually the most careful?
How did you get arrested today?
Damn it!
They became demons because of their special nature.
This makes them like two ghosts, each capable of existing independently and possessing their own Blood Demon Art.
And after one is killed, it can regrow from the other's body.
For this reason.
This means they should be careful not to stay in the same place for too long.
They acted with almost no scruples whatsoever.
Although they were killed many times, they never experienced a real life-or-death crisis because of their special status.
This includes everything up to just now.
Although he was found tonight by the Demon Slayer who beheaded him yesterday, he was only a little annoyed and not worried at all.
Until the newly appeared Demon Slayer arrived here carrying Taro.
The unprecedented life-or-death crisis made Jiro's body tense up, his eyes fixed on the two Demon Slayer in the distance.
Muichiro looked at the figure being carried by Teiichi and asked in confusion, "Master, what is this?"
Teiichi let go, and Taro fell to the ground.
Then, Teiichi foot on Taro's abdomen, and Taro's body immediately flipped over.
Upon seeing the words etched in his eyes, Muichiro help but feel a sense of confusion.
"Two... Lower Rank Six?"
Teiichi firmly and began his on-the-spot demonstration:
"Yes, some ghosts are special for various reasons and may have clones."
When dealing with this kind of demon, if it has a main body, just find and kill it; otherwise, you have to kill all its clones!
"Then what is this ghost?"
Without replying to Muichiro, Teiichi finger at Jiro, who was trying to escape while the two were talking.
"Go and bring him back first, but don't cut off his head!"
"Yes!"
Muichiro responded softly.
The next moment, with a "bang", Muichiro's figure sped after the fleeing Jiro.
Colorful rays of light and dark blue flames once again clashed on the battlefield.
Taro suddenly felt a heaviness in his chest.
Looking around.
The Demon Slayer sat on his chest and abdomen as if he were a stool, completely unguarded.
However, despite this.
Taro still didn't dare to defy the Demon Slayer.
He still can't forget the feeling of being hacked to the ground.
If I resist, won't my hands and feet just get cut off again?
Taro looked towards the battlefield, then silently turned his head away, gazing at the scene.
Jiro, you have to win!
Then...
Then don't save me, run!
You can't beat this Demon Slayer!
However, to his disappointment...
Despite Jiro's resistance for some time, he was eventually severed from all four limbs, and even most of his head was cut off.
He was then taken over by the Demon Slayer looked like a child.
"Carry him on your back and come with us!"
Teiichi glanced at Taro and said this, then walked out of the town.
Muichiro didn't ask any questions and silently followed.
Taro stood up, hesitated for a moment, then picked up Jiro and followed the two people in front of him.
"Master, how do you tell if Clone Demon has a main body or not?" Muichiro asked Teiichi along the way.
Teiichi replied, "For those without specific characteristics, you'll need to judge for yourself during battle. But generally speaking, pay attention to details, and be aware of what the demon is trying its best to avoid in battle; that's the demon's weakness."
Muichiro nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.
"Then what is this ghost?"
"This ghost is..."
The two chatted as they walked out of the town.
Not far behind them, Taro carried Jiro on his back and followed slowly.
At the severed head, fleshy buds twisted eerily, and a completely new head slowly regenerated.
After a long while, Jiro suddenly opened his eyes.
Her gaze swept forward before settling on Taro, who was carrying her on his back.
His mind processed what was happening, and then Jiro lowered his voice, almost whispering in Taro's ear, in a tone that was a mixture of anxiety and determination:
"What are you doing following those two Demon Slayer? Run!"
Ahead, Teiichi's ear twitched slightly, but he ignored it.
Hearing Jiro's words, Taro looked up at the much taller person in front of him and said bitterly:
"There's no escaping it..."
"What do you mean you can't escape? Following them is a sure way to die!" Jiro was furious upon hearing this, his voice trembling with rage.
Upon hearing this, Taro smiled helplessly.
He knew, of course, that continuing down this path would only lead to his death.
but...
If we don't continue, we'll die right now!
If you don't want to die now, don't you have no choice but to keep going?
Seeing Jiro, Jiro's anger and despair intertwined into an unstoppable torrent.
As he gazed at Taro's familiar figure, a fierce glint Flash in his eyes.
"So you need to..."
Teiichi paused abruptly, then turned to look.
Jiro was standing behind Taro, his fist raised high, about to smash down on Taro's head.
Whoosh--!
Taro felt the wind whistling past his ears, and by the time he managed to turn his head, it was too late.
The fists flashed like mountains, instantly filling his field of vision.
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere as Taro's head was smashed open.
Jiro acted without hesitation, quickly lying on top of Taro's limp body and beginning to tear at the still-warm flesh.
At the same time, he kept a close eye on the two Demon Slayer in front of him who could attack at any moment.