Demon Slayer: Can I add points to my Breathing Technique?

Kazuma Dojima first stepped into a workshop with textile machines.

Just as Lanzhu's stepson had said, several unconscious civilians were indeed lying haphazardly in the corner of the workshop.

He crouched down and carefully searched the vicinity for any ghosts that "should exist."

Since all of the other side's predictions about ordinary people have come true.

Therefore, the evil spirit mentioned by the other party that is "weaker than himself" and "possesses the blood demon art of "splitting flesh and blood" and "multiple wills" would not be unfounded.

Where is it...?

In the shadows of the ceiling? In the gaps between people? Or in some forgotten corner...?

found it!

He discovered a fleshy growth, or rather, a fleshy demon, crawling on a commoner.

It was wriggling constantly, like a leech sucking the man's blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dojima assumed a fighting stance.

【Breath of Flame】

【First Form: Shiranui】

Draw the knife!

Although it is far from being as fast as Thunder Breath's ultimate speed, it is the fastest rushing sword technique to start in Flame Breathing.

The swordsman's body left afterimages as he pierced through the tumor-like demon, leaving behind a trail of sparks.

It hit its mark!

Sheathed his sword, then turned back.

Dojima frowned.

He discovered that the demon did not fall as he had expected.

Instead, they panicked and fled deeper into the factory.

Did they miss the neck?

Dojima frowned, recalling the somewhat strange feeling of that slash just now.

Without much thought, he bent down and tried to wake the civilians.

Saving people is more important than chasing down evil spirits.

A rough headcount was taken.

Since one person certainly can't move them, the only option is to forcibly wake them up?

Apart from the person who had just died from having his blood drained, the others had no obvious injuries and should be able to move on their own.

"Hey, wake up."

He slapped his face, but the civilians didn't react at all.

Dojima vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Snapped!

A crisp slap across the face.

"Get up!"

Even with swollen and red cheeks, the unconscious person's eyes remained closed.

"His breathing was steady, but he was unconscious."

"What kind of sleeping potion or blood demon magic is it..."

Click.

There was a noise behind me.

Dojima turned around instantly, holding his Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of him, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

It's not an evil spirit.

He was a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman.

However, a look of seriousness appeared on Dojima's face.

Because the person who came was not Xia Xi and Shi Zi, who had only recently separated, but a complete stranger.

Even more unsettling was that this person's eyes were rolled back, and he was muttering incantations as he approached him step by step, dragging his Nichirin Blade in a strange and stiff posture.

"Name, rank".

Dojima asked in a cold voice.

The other party still did not respond, but continued to drag the knife closer.

The tip of the Nichirin blade scraped against the ground, making a harsh clicking sound.

"Hey you over there, stop!" Dojima gripped his Nichirin Blade tighter, his gaze hardening. "This is your last warning. State your name and rank!"

The swordsman didn't speak, but his charge suddenly accelerated.

So, it really is controlled by the Blood Demon Art?

A faint white mist drifted from between his teeth, and the Breath of Flame had begun to circulate.

Dojima takes the initiative!

The scorching heat of the Nichirin Blade transformed into several crimson streaks, directly enveloping the opponent's entire body.

Ding!Ding Ding!

Sparks, like those from forging iron, burst forth one after another in the dim light.

The swordsman who was being restrained also drew his sword to defend himself.

However, perhaps it was because he was not skilled enough, or perhaps the other party was being manipulated and his movements were sluggish.

After only six exchanges of slashes, his Nichirin Blade was knocked away by Dojima's attack.

The crimson light, now unimpeded, crashed down upon him.

wrists, knees, shoulders...

Click.

Even the back of the blade, with the swordsman's superb skill and strength, still displayed extraordinary destructive power.

The dull thuds of bones breaking and dislocating were clearly audible.

The swordsman lost his support and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Dojima glanced back.

Sure enough, although the other party was still struggling, they were no longer able to get up and pose a threat to him.

He'll suffer a little pain, but he can get treatment after the mission is over.

At that moment, he finally heard the incoherent babbling that the other person had been repeating.

"Strong... demon... no... quick... Pillar... escape..."

It's not completely under control?

Dojima kicked away the other's Nichirin Blade, squatted down, and shook his shoulder: "Hey, are you still conscious? What do you want to say?"

The swordsman's eyes were still clouded.

The spoken language still consists of words that are difficult to understand.

But Dojima vaguely sensed the other person's urgent feeling, mixed with despair and pain.

He was trying to convey a message to himself.

Damn it, what kind of Blood Demon Art is this?!

He frowned, quickly examined the other person's body, and then his gaze sharpened.

There was a constantly wriggling bud embedded in the back of the other person's neck!

What disgusting thing is this?

Just as he saw the fleshy bud, the strange thing suddenly stretched out and shot straight toward his head.

Dojima dodged to the side, and then a flash of light appeared on his blade.

The granulation tissue broke into several segments.

It fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, and then stopped moving.

The controlled swordsman also began to convulse violently without warning.

As Dojima stepped back a few paces to observe, the swordsman spoke up anxiously.

"New guy! Quick! Run!"

Despite his limp and powerless body, the panic and urgency in his voice were unmistakable.

"The demon here... is ridiculously strong! It's impervious to slashes! Quickly, get some Pillars for backup!"

Realizing that the other person had returned to normal, Dojima quickly went over and helped him up.

"Hey, are you still able to move? What kind of power does that ghost have?!"

The swordsman was about to speak.

Yu Guang, however, was looking at the dark workshop door.

My body started to tremble.

A disgusting sound, like toilet paper being wiped across an outhouse, echoed in the darkness.

And it's getting closer and closer.

"Hahaha, this kid has been completely drained by my little darling."

"It will probably take at least ten days to half a month for him to get up."

The tumor-like imp that had previously escaped crawled back in through the door.