Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Gazing at the barrage of swords raining down like a storm, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes flickered slightly, his entire body focused on the two samurai swords, one long and one short, in his hands.

There was no fear in his eyes, nor any extreme killing intent towards the person in front of him, only endless calm.

This is her sword's heart—the Azure Pool Submerged Treasure Mirror.

This is her unique path of emptiness.

The emptiness of Kendo is a state of mind that is free and unhindered, clear and bright; when facing an enemy, one is not obscured by the environment, not obscured by the opponent's actions, not obscured by one's own emotions, not obscured by one's own thoughts, but can face everything as it truly is.

"choke--!"

Chapter 844 Muramasa, you're playing me!

The somber atmosphere continued to spread under the crimson moonlight.

A strong wind kept blowing from the sky, sweeping across the lawn where the two sides were fighting, causing the flowers, grass and trees to sway.

"Lunar Breathing, Form 14: Calamity - Full Moon"

It was an overlapping, swirling slash.

They surged forth like a tide rising from the seabed, relentless and unstoppable, like a violent storm crashing down on Miyamoto Musashi.

"Pfft—! Pfft—! Pfft—!"

Several sounds of skin tearing echoed through the silent night sky.

"choke--!"

The next second, Miyamoto Musashi's twin swords also transformed into flashes of light, like moonlight, accompanied by a melodious sword hum, as they swung towards the flurry of sword shadows.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal striking metal, like the ringing of bells, transformed into a wave of sound that echoed in all directions.

Having devoted himself entirely to the way of the sword, even after being wounded by his opponent's sword, Miyamoto Musashi discovered the opening in an instant.

She swung the double blades in her hands in the most violent way, smashing the storm of sword flashes in one blow and generating a strong force.

"hateful--!!"

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed, and a hint of panic finally surfaced on his usually calm face, his gaze becoming even more piercing.

He was originally in a position of absolute advantage, while Miyamoto Musashi was at a disadvantage.

However, in just a brief exchange, the opponent's swordsmanship began to rise at an extremely terrifying speed, and his own swordsmanship, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years, was instantly put at a disadvantage.

He had only seen such a level of swordsmanship talent in one person.

I've spotted your weakness!

"Moon Breathing, Land Form: Everlasting Night, Lonely Moon, Endless!!!"

Immediately afterwards, countless terrifying vertical arc slashes were released from Kokushibo's hands, forming a dazzling sword curtain that enveloped Miyamoto Musashi once again.

Moreover, the speed is even more astonishing.

Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship was more like a pursuit of the Way than mere technique.

Even when faced with dire circumstances, her heart would not waver in the slightest. Therefore, even if Kokushibo could see Miyamoto Musashi's weakness, it would only be a fleeting opportunity.

On the contrary, because he became a demon and used any means necessary to gain power, his swordsmanship did not develop steadily to this level. After many battles, his mentality was far less calm than that of Miyamoto Musashi.

In military strategy, directly and effectively pursuing the enemy and throwing them into a state of confusion is the only way to achieve victory.

Miyamoto Musashi was adept at exploiting his opponent's psychological weaknesses. He had a long-term vision, clearly understood friend and foe, and could utilize all available advantages to strike at the enemy's vulnerabilities and achieve victory.

"How weak you are, you demon!"

With that, Miyamoto Musashi took a step forward, the blade in his hand becoming increasingly sharp, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

An astonishing sound of clashing swords rang out.

With sparks flying everywhere, the clash of blades seemed to flash wildly, creating a dazzling display of sword light and shadow.

Countless drops of blood splattered wildly in the air.

"The wound! The wound hasn't healed!"

Suddenly, without anyone noticing, Miyamoto Musashi had broken through his defenses and stabbed him in the chest.

Blood kept flowing out, but the wound showed no signs of stopping, and intense pain emanated from it.

Only then did Kokushibo sense the intense aura of the sun emanating from the golden katana in Miyamoto Musashi's hand.

"How could I possibly lose! I could never lose!"

"Starting four hundred years from now, even if I become an ugly ghost, I will walk this path of invincibility!!!"

"Aa ...

A howl, like that of a wild beast, kept escaping from his mouth.

His body instantly sprouted blades identical to the one he was carrying.

In the next instant, Kokushibo seemed to transform himself into a blade, suddenly unleashing terrifying slashes in all directions.

"!"

Miyamoto Musashi's pupils contracted sharply. Ultimately, he lacked experience in fighting demons and hadn't considered this possibility. By the time he tried to raise his sword to block, it was too late.

"Pfft!"

Amidst the tearing sound, blood splattered.

Miyamoto Musashi's abdomen was easily sliced ​​open by the sudden slash.

A sharp pain suddenly swept through Miyamoto Musashi's entire body from his abdomen.

"I can't possibly lose! I can't possibly lose!"

"Die! Aa ...

"Moon Breathing Eighth Form: Moon Dragon Tail"

The mere thought of losing fueled Kokushibo's rage, and seemingly because Shirou Emiya's Demon Slayer sword was only partially completed, the various injuries on Kokushibo's monstrous body were rapidly healing.

He was like a wild beast, biting Miyamoto Musashi tightly and refusing to let go, leaving one wound after another on Miyamoto Musashi's body.

The blood stained the land in an instant.

Shirou Emiya simply stood there watching the two who were at a complete disadvantage without making any move.

He watched helplessly as Kokushibo cornered Miyamoto Musashi.

But is this truly a dead end?

Since Shirou Emiya didn't make a move, how could it be a desperate situation?

"Shhhhh!"

Kokushibo's slashes were like meteors, each one faster than the last, engulfing Miyamoto Musashi in a devastating barrage.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

Miyamoto Musashi's twin blades transformed into a pure sword dance, like a spinning kaleidoscope, meeting the attack head-on without showing any weakness.

Amidst the flashing blades and swirling winds, the whirlwinds of the swords collided with each other in countless ways.

The wound doesn't matter anymore.

Life and death are of no concern now.

"it's over--!"

Emiya Shirou's voice rang out softly.

Having been through the trials of countless sword masters, he was not so clueless as to not understand who would ultimately emerge victorious.

"kill--!"

Until a certain moment, a golden samurai sword appeared from space, flashing past amidst the glint of blades.

It was an extremely wonderful realization.

It is something that I can definitely cut off if I concentrate.

That is the state of being that I pursue.

Despite the pressure of life and death, her mind became increasingly clear.

"Clang!"

The heavy clanging of steel was like thunder, shaking the air and swirling towards the earth, causing a strong wind to rise.

The samurai sword, splitting apart like an alien, swirled in the air.

Kokushibo stared in disbelief at the woman before him, her life fading away, stained with blood.

"How could this be! I... I'd lose—!"

These were his last words.

The next instant, a large amount of blood gushed from Kokushibo's neck, and he fell heavily to the ground, the blood instantly staining the grass red.

Immediately, it turned into black powder and drifted in the air.

Miyamoto Musashi, as if dragged down by the force, fell to the ground.

But it was caught steadily.

A calm voice came from beside her ear.

"This strike seems to have severed cause and effect—"

But what Miyamoto Musashi was thinking at that moment was...

"Muramasa, you're playing me!"

Chapter 845 Let's Eat First