Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

"You idiot, don't get so easily distracted by females!!!"

Inosuke was instantly enraged and rushed forward, grabbing Zenitsu Agatsuma by the collar, his hot breath hitting Zenitsu's face.

"You bastard! Let go of me! Don't stop me! I'm about to get a big sister's hug, you know how much I'm looking forward to it!!!!"

"Ha! You're the bastard! If the other side were an evil spirit, you'd be dead already!!!"

"Shut up! That's Miyamoto Musashi! That's Miyamoto Musashi! And a beautiful older woman at that! How could you say something as wicked as calling her a demon?!"

"I've already told you, I don't know any Miyamoto Musashi!!!"

"That's why I said you're ignorant; you don't even recognize Miyamoto Musashi!!!"

"that--!"

Tanjiro, who was standing behind the two, had eyes that had turned into beady eyes at some point. He scratched the back of his head, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Why did things turn out this way?

"Interesting. So this is the Demon Slayer Corps you used to be in?"

With a keenly interested smile, Miyamoto Musashi watched the two making a huge fuss and walked straight to Emiya Shirou's side.

"Well, I didn't stay inside for very long either."

Emiya Shirou simply waved his hand slightly, revealing a helpless expression.

He joined the Demon Slayer Corps and took on his first mission, only to be captured by the Demon King Muzan, a truly tragic end.

At this moment, Tanjiro could only try to calm the two who were about to clash, his head covered in sweat.

To be honest, the two wouldn't really clash. If Inosuke were to actually attack Zenitsu, Zenitsu would surrender with lightning speed.

So it's really unlikely that a fight will break out.

"Let's discuss the specifics when we get back to the base. Although both Servants have appeared here, Muzan's whereabouts are still uncertain, so we can't leave the base for too long."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the three people in front of him, who were the focus of everyone's attention, with a maternal smile.

"Let me heal the wounded first!"

Emiya Shirou nodded in agreement. This was not a good place to talk, and it was only early night, the time when demons were most active.

If they were surrounded by evil spirits, there would likely be many casualties.

"You know healing magic?"

In Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes, Emiya Shirou was just an ordinary magician.

"Well, it is."

Emiya Shirou didn't say much, but a katana stained with crimson blood appeared in his hand.

"Swastika - all gone——!"

The moment the flower fell, the surrounding land was instantly covered by surging blood, and even the trees standing on the ground turned into boiling blood.

The strong smell of blood immediately filled everyone's nostrils, stopping Zenitsu and Inosuke who were still arguing. Minamoto no Yorimitsu even drew his sword and pointed it at Emiya Shirou.

After all, neither the form of this area nor the aura it exudes is particularly welcoming.

"Hey! My injuries have healed—"

Although Inosuke's injury was minor compared to the other Demon Slayer Corps members present, he was the first to feel the changes in his body, as his wounds were healing at an alarming rate.

"My legs! My legs can move again!"

"Me too! My hand has grown back! How is this possible?!"

The injured looked at their bodies with immense joy, their eyes brimming with delight. They had all prepared themselves to lie in hospital beds forever, but they never expected to recover so quickly, like demons.

"I'm sorry, I overreacted!"

Looking at his recovered teammates, Minamoto no Yorimitsu sighed with relief, sheathed his sword, and looked at Emiya Shirou with great gratitude.

This healing ability alone is enough for her to take it seriously.

"No, as a general, it is proper to remain vigilant."

Emiya Shirou shook his head, not really concerned. After all, they were just strangers who had only met once. If he were a demon, Minamoto no Yorimitsu would have already made his move the moment he activated his Bankai.

"The original owner of this weapon was truly a monster!"

Standing to the side, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but speak up. After all, Shirou Emiya had explained his abilities to her during their sparring session, and she knew just how powerful the original wielder of this sword truly was.

Not only does the sword possess extremely abnormal healing abilities, but its swordsmanship level is also undisputed to be at the level of a sword saint. In this area, she has been tortured countless times by Emiya Shirou using this weapon.

In reality, Retsu Unohana cannot use Bankai as recklessly as Shirou Emiya.

Chapter 860 The Town Attacked by Evil Spirits

In a large town, in the castle town outside the castle walls, on the walls and in the moat, purple petals filled the air, looking like a purple ocean.

This city is humanity's last stronghold, and it is filled with wisteria, a plant that can harm demons.

After all, Minamoto no Yorimitsu could not protect everyone in the city on his own.

Faced with such a large number of low-level demons, covering the stronghold with wisteria flowers is a very good measure.

However, within this town submerged in a purple sea, inexplicable conflicts erupted everywhere.

Inside the streets, on the city walls, and in the woods.

Crimson blood was splattering everywhere.

The silver blades danced wildly.

A blazing flame suddenly rose up.

Countless humans and demons fought each other in this world submerged in a purple ocean.

“Puff——!”

A demon, biting its own teeth, charged forward with a sudden thud, only to have its neck severed by a samurai sword with a white hilt, a black scabbard adorned with plum blossom patterns, a round tsuba engraved with plum blossom and cloud motifs, and a pale peach-colored blade.

Before it could even scream, it turned to ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"Flower Breathing - Fourth Form: Red Flower Robe!"

A girl dressed in a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, wearing a knee-length black pleated skirt and white boots, and a white cape with a dark pink bow tie, appeared silently on its back.

The girl had cherry-pink lips, pink hair tips, and wore a pink-edged emerald green butterfly hair clip. Her bangs were tied into a single side ponytail, which danced freely in the air.

Her pinkish-purple eyes were incredibly sharp, and the Nichirin Blade in her hand unleashed countless pale pink slashes, surging forward like waves, slashing at the demons leaping wildly in the forest and on the streets.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of slashing echoed continuously in the space. From afar, countless purple petals danced around her Nichirin Blade, and crimson blood stained the entire space, presenting an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

"As expected of Ms. Kanao, we can't just watch those demons destroy our last home!"

"Attack together! Those evil spirits are no match for us amidst the wisteria blossoms!"

Standing behind the girl named Kanao, everyone's expressions became incredibly excited. They all drew their weapons and charged towards the demons that were rampaging through the town.

"call--!"

On a certain street, a figure swept past like a gust of wind, carrying the whistling sound of the wind, and sped towards the edge of the town.

The more remote a location is on the edge of a town, the more evil spirits there are, and the greater the pressure one faces.

However, aside from luck, most of the demons who manage to cross the border and reach the city walls possess considerable strength. While they may not be as powerful as the Lower Moon demons, their strength should not be underestimated.

"Bam—!"

With a loud bang, the figure crashed through the house and into another street where wisteria trees were less numerous.

At the same time, countless evil spirits surged out from the surrounding area, blocking his path and surrounding him in an instant.

The attack should naturally target the weakest point in the entire town's defenses.

After all, wisteria poses a greater threat to those evil spirits than members of the Demon Slayer Corps or the military.

Thus, this area with fewer wisteria trees became the breakthrough point for those evil spirits.

Suddenly, the figure stopped in his tracks.

He was a boy who was also wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, had a dark mohawk, and a scar on his right cheek that extended to his nose.

He held a black double-barreled shotgun in his left hand and a Nichirin sword with a black handle and an oval interlocking pattern on the hilt in his right hand.

His face was covered in bulging veins, and his pupils were pure black; he looked more like a demon than a human.

"------"

A tense atmosphere, as if about to erupt into battle, began to permeate the space.

The boy glanced around at the smiling demons, his expression filled with savagery.

"They all must die!!!!"

A powerful aura emanated from him.

However, these demons looked at the boy surrounded by them with contempt or mockery, and began to discuss things as if no one else was there.

"He's just a human being, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly!"

"Using firearms? Don't they know that firearms are completely ineffective at killing us?"

"It's been a long time since I've eaten a human, so I'll just treat him as food. Anyway, these people with Nichirin Blades would rather die than become demons."

"I really don't understand why you people don't want to become ghosts. That would allow you to live forever!"

Similar mocking remarks kept ringing out from all around.

At that moment, the boy was not feeling pressure, but rather ridicule.

"I'll kill you!!!"

Suddenly, a demon burst forth, its size increasing dramatically, and with a maniacal laugh, it appeared in front of the boy in an instant.

"call----!"

The sound of strong winds began to rise.