The bright moon cast its silvery light, softly and evenly spreading it across the forest.
Every leaf and every branch is reflected with exceptional clarity, as if draping the forest in a layer of silvery white gauze.
Teiichi's figure darted swiftly through the silvery light, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the shout had just come.
Not long after.
Two figures, frantically crisscrossing through the forest, appeared before Teiichi's eyes.
Teiichi intended to run straight there, but he suddenly stopped halfway and looked in another direction.
A figure was leaning against a tree, dressed in a Demon Slayer Corps uniform. His chest was rising and falling slightly, each breath seemingly exhausting all his strength. There was a large patch of blood on his abdomen, which was slowly spreading outwards.
Teiichi's heart sank. He glanced at the two sides still fiercely fighting in the distance and hesitated for a moment.
He turned around and ran towards the figure leaning against the tree.
"How are you? Can you still hold on?"
A gentle voice sounded in his ear, forcing Shimada, who was trying to fall asleep due to his injury, to open his eyes and look at the young man who appeared in front of him.
Because of his abdominal injury and the continuous bleeding, Shimada felt waves of drowsiness and fatigue, and the figures in his vision seemed to be swaying and blurry.
"Are you... here to provide support?"
Shimada's voice was weak and trembling, but he still tried his best to ask.
"Um!"
"No... go! The demon on this mission is Lower Rank, you can't beat him, go find the Pillar!"
"I am the Wind Hashira!"
A calm and gentle voice rang in Shimada's ears.
Upon hearing the visitor's words, Shimada's spirits lifted, his eyes snapped open, and his gaze focused on the young man before him.
"You are the Wind Hashira?" Shimada's voice trembled slightly with surprise.
"I am the Wind Hashira," the young man affirmed again.
"Lord Wind Hashira, you must go... cough cough... you must go save Iguro! Iguro is fighting that Lower Rank right now!"
Teiichi nodded to indicate that he understood. He had already seen it. Although he was a little surprised that the demon he encountered this time was Lower Rank, judging from the two figures fighting just now, they should be able to hold out for a while, so he was not in a hurry to go over.
How are you? Can you still hold on?
"I'm alright. Actually, I don't have many wounds, just a big one on my abdomen from which I lost a lot of blood. I shouldn't die."
"Lord Wind Hashira, don't worry about me, hurry and save Iguro!"
Teiichi and looked at the team members in front of him, then spoke.
"Your abdomen is bleeding profusely right now. If no one here can help you stop the bleeding, you'll be in great danger."
Now, listen to me.
Close your eyes, relax, and concentrate.
Improve the precision of your breathing, focusing on permeating every part of your body.
After hearing this, Shimada understood that the Wind Hashira in front of him wanted to help him, so he closed his eyes and began to do as Teiichi.
"Inhale... exhale..."
"Inhale... exhale..."
"Then focus your attention on the bleeding abdomen."
Imagine a blood vessel bleeding from your abdomen, repair it, and stop the bleeding!
Listening to the gentle voice beside him, Shimada tried to imagine the shape of blood vessels in his mind.
However, this process was not easy. Shimada tried many times, but his mind remained blank. Shimada became anxious, his brows furrowed tightly, and his breathing became erratic.
"Huff... huff huff... cough huff..."
Teiichi, Dingyi extended a finger and gently tapped his forehead.
"Relax and concentrate."
Breathing Style are more powerful than you think. If you can master them, you can do many things that are difficult for ordinary people.
While it can't do everything, it should be fine for stopping the bleeding.
Now, listen to me, relax.
As Teiichi's finger landed on his head, Shimada felt himself relax considerably, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
Seeing that the teammate's brows had relaxed and his breathing had gradually calmed down, Teiichi continued to speak.
"Do it again as I just said."
Focus your attention on the bleeding abdomen.
Imagine a blood vessel bleeding from your abdomen, repair it, and stop the bleeding!
With Teiichi's reassurance and guidance, Shimada gradually relaxed.
He took a few deep breaths and tried again to visualize the blood vessels in his abdomen. This time, he felt some blurry images appear in his mind. He continued trying, and gradually, the images became clearer and clearer.
Finally, under Teiichi's waiting and watchful gaze, the bloodstains on Shimada's abdomen stopped spreading. He breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Good, keep it up. Now you rest here, I'll go help that teammate over there."
After saying that, Teiichi stood up and quickly ran towards the direction of the battle he had just witnessed.
Standing still, Shimada opened his eyes, his gaze Teiichi on Teiichi's departing figure, a look of reverence in his eyes.
They arrived at the battlefield, where the pungent stench of blood and the aura of demons mingled, causing them to hold their breath. Just as Teiichi arrived, he witnessed Iguro being driven back.
Teiichi breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he arrived early, otherwise something terrible might have happened.
As he strode quickly toward the battlefield, he kept glancing at the ghost's figure.
When Dingyi saw the words carved in the ghost's pupils, Teiichi couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"The third of the Lower Rank?"
"Am I really that destined to be with Lower Rank Three?"
The slightly doubtful words sounded particularly clear in the quiet night, causing both of them on the battlefield to stop what they were doing and look toward the figure stepping into the battlefield.
Seeing another Demon Slayer approach, Shokugetsu frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. Although he didn't understand what the new Demon Slayer meant, he had no interest in figuring it out.
"Hmph! Another one coming to die!" Shokugetsu said with a sneer, her voice full of disdain and contempt.
On the other side, Obanai saw that the team members who came were about the same age as her, and she couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. She was happy that someone could come to help, but she was also worried that the people who came were not strong enough.
Don't let your strength be too weak and you have to find a way to save yourself.
In my current situation, even saving myself is a question!
What rank of Demon Slayer are you?
Upon hearing the question, Teiichi looked toward the figure of the Demon Slayer.
The figure was dressed in a black and white striped haori, with bandages covering the lower half of its face and a white snake coiled around its neck.
Such striking features made Teiichi quickly realize the identity of the person in front of him.
" Obanai Iguro?"
Upon hearing the Demon Slayer call out her name, Obanai frowned, frantically searching through her memories, but couldn't recall ever seeing this person before.
Do you know me?
"Uh... I've heard of you. You're the genius on our team, right?"
Obanai hearing Teiichi's explanation, sensing that the person in front of her wasn't telling the truth.
But now is not the time to worry about that, so she continued asking.
What rank of Demon Slayer are you?
"I am Hashira Rank."
" Hashira Rank?"