The head of the Wakuraba rolled on the ground.
His already exhausted strength was finally depleted at this moment, and even standing became extremely difficult.
His legs slowly knelt down, his upper body leaning forward. While in mid-air, Teiichi planted his Nichirin Blade into the ground, ultimately managing not to fall.
"Cough cough... pfft--"
A mouthful of blood gushed from Teiichi's mouth, and his face instantly turned ashen, as if he could no longer even maintain his current posture.
His hands gradually lost strength on the Nichirin Blade, and his body began to slowly tilt towards the ground. However, just before he touched the ground, with his last bit of willpower, he rolled over and lay on his back.
"Hoo... hoo..."
"Hoo... hoo..."
Teiichi tried his best to control his breathing, constantly affecting the huge wound on his chest, attempting to stop the bleeding.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears like a bell.
It felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body; a feeling of weakness and soreness kept surging up from within. Teiichi tried to lift his arms, but found them as heavy as lead, and every slight movement brought a sharp pain.
The icy rain relentlessly lashed at him, soaking his clothes. The chill pierced his skin like sharp knives, causing him to shiver involuntarily. His vision began to blur, and everything before him seemed shrouded in a thin mist.
The Teiichi heavy breathing and the patter of rain.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, Teiichi felt as if he were enveloped in endless darkness.
Gradually, the intense soreness and weakness began to subside. His body felt as if all sensation had been stripped away, leaving only an empty void. His mind also began to become blurred, as if it were gradually leaving his body.
Seemingly realizing something, Teiichi's previously empty pupils gradually focused again.
He looked up at the sky, the moonlight on the edge of the dark clouds seeming like his last hope. He tried hard to see the bright moon clearly, but his vision became increasingly blurry.
Am I going to die...?
hehe...
In the end, will we not even be able to see the moon anymore...?
Teiichi's lips curled into a bitter smile. He felt an unprecedented weariness and powerlessness wash over him, as if it were about to completely overwhelm him.
A wave of weariness washed over him. Teiichi tried to keep his eyes open and stay awake, but was ultimately overwhelmed by the overwhelming drowsiness.
His eyes slowly closed, plunging him into endless darkness...
Asakusa Ward in Tokyo Prefecture has been synonymous with prosperity since ancient times.
By the early 19th century, this area had become a major commercial center in Tokyo Japan, bustling with activity, with a wide variety of shops and a vibrant atmosphere.
What's even more unique is that Asakusa Ward is adjacent to the historic Asakusa Temple. This ancient temple not only brings tranquility and peace to the area, but also imbues it with an exceptionally rich cultural and artistic atmosphere, attracting countless tourists from other places to visit.
In the heart of Asakusa Ward, there sits an exquisite little villa covering an area of over 200 square meters.
By this time, the night was deep and all was quiet.
However, the study on the second floor of the villa was still lit. Through the half-open window, a young man of about 20 years old could be seen sitting in the study. His face was strangely handsome, and his scarlet pupils shone with an unusual light under the lamp.
The young man was intently flipping through a latest technology book on the table. His right hand held a pen, occasionally marking details in the book, as if he were recording some important information. His brow was furrowed, his expression focused, as if the whole world was oblivious to him.
Suddenly, the young man's hand, which was turning the page, stopped in mid-air. His pupils seemed to lose focus, and he appeared to be lost in thought.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire study was immersed in silence.
After a long while, the young man's pupils refocused, and a hint of displeasure was revealed in his eyes.
"Hmph, what a piece of trash!"
"..."
"Do we have to find another Lower Rank again...?"
The room returned to silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of pages turning, as if whispering of the night's tranquility and depth.
In the dense forest, sunlight filters through layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, as if they are whispering.
In this tranquil and peaceful environment, a large courtyard sits quietly, surrounded by lush trees, giving it a sense of seclusion from the world.
Inside the courtyard, figures passed by from time to time, all dressed in the same Demon Slayer Corps uniforms, their faces bearing resolute expressions, their movements hurried.
This is the Butterfly Mansion, one of the important logistical organizations of the Demon Slayer Corps. It is primarily responsible for providing treatment and rehabilitation for injured Demon Slayer Corps members, and is headed by the Flower Hashira Kanae Kocho.
Yes, the Flower Hashira, Kanae Kocho, encountered Lower Rank Five while on a mission six months ago. During the battle, she displayed astonishing strength, easily defeating Lower Rank Five and thus being promoted to Pillar.
She is also the only female among the five active Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps.
In a room on the second floor of the courtyard, Teiichi slowly opened his eyes.
He stared blankly at the white ceiling above, his eyes filled with confusion and doubt. He tried hard to recall what had happened before, but his mind was a complete mess.
After a long while, Teiichi's pupils gradually focused.
"He's not dead...?"
"Here it is..."
"Cough cough..."
After coughing twice, seemingly expelling the stale air from his body, Teiichi felt much lighter, but still felt a sense of weakness.
I braced my elbows on the bed and exerted slight force, and a sharp pain shot through my chest and left arm.
Teiichi frowned, stopped using his left hand, and used his right elbow to slightly support his upper body.
As he moved, the blanket that had been covering his chest slipped down, revealing his chest wrapped in thick bandages. He gently lifted the blanket covering his left arm, revealing that his left arm was wrapped in a thick cast.
It's obvious that the body has already undergone treatment.
Seeing this, Teiichi felt slightly relieved and glanced around the room.
He discovered that the room was about 70 or 80 square meters. There were more than ten beds neatly arranged in the room, and there were seven other patients besides him.
Is this the Butterfly Mansion?
Teiichi muttered to himself. He wanted to get out of bed and walk around to see his surroundings, but the weakness in his body forced him to give up the idea. He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.