Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

Just as Musang was about to continue his attack, he suddenly frowned and noticed Akaza's unnatural gesture of clutching her neck.

He twitched his fingers slightly, and Yiwoza involuntarily released his hand, drawing his attention to the wound that was not yet fully healed:

"This kind of injury again..." His gaze swept over the strange feeling at Yiwozuo's wound, and he reached out a finger to touch it.

It's so hot... His heart skipped a beat, and he remembered bad memories.

"Lord Muzan...I..." Akaza was about to explain the unusual wound when Muzan said sternly:

"Shut up!"

His small figure exuded a terrifying aura, and his childlike, slender hands suddenly grabbed at the unhealed wound!

Sizzle—!

A tearing sound rang out as Wuchan's fingers, like five sharp steel hooks, mercilessly pierced into Akaza's body, grabbing the flesh and blood tissue that was hindering self-healing and pulling it outwards with a fierce tug!

“…Uh.” Akaza groaned, clenching his fists tightly against the ground.

Under the destructive will of Lord Muzan, one must not only endure the pain of flesh being torn apart, but also the terror originating from the very source of one's bloodline.

But he dared not utter a second cry of pain, only breathing heavily.

In the blink of an eye, a bloody hole was torn open in his neck, deep enough to expose the bone, but it quickly began to heal.

Wuchan's small hands gripped the charred, bloody flesh that had been hindering Yiwoza's self-healing, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Beneath the fractured texture and charred surface, he could sense a faint yet stubborn, strange fluctuation...

"This is..." He recalled the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach when he swallowed Lower Moon Two, Lulu, and the fluctuations emanating from it were exactly the same as those felt before...

He stopped looking at the foyer and went directly to a corner of the room, to an ebony cabinet with brass clasps.

Opening the cabinet door reveals a variety of exquisite glasswares and chemical instruments neatly arranged inside, resembling a miniature laboratory.

He quickly took out a specially made glass flask, carefully placed the charred flesh, which still retained a strange power, into it, and sealed it with a specially made cork stopper.

Wu Can stared at the flask, a cold and dangerous light flashing in the depths of his scarlet eyes.

He sensed the discovery of an extremely dangerous yet highly valuable unknown force...

He locked the cabinet door again, and when he turned to face Yiwoza again, the brief surprise on his face had disappeared, replaced by that chilling coldness.

Without Akaza needing to say another word, he directly inserted his cold little finger into Akaza's forehead.

"Let me see what kind of thing that swordsman who made you so embarrassed is." Wuchan's voice was completely calm.

The Woko could neither resist nor refuse.

The ruthless will brutally invaded the depths of his mind, rummaging through all the fragments of his memories of the battle on the Infinite Train:

Rengoku Kyoujurou... Flame Breathing... A boy wearing earrings...

Wu Can scrolled through these images one by one, finally fixing his gaze on the black-haired boy.

His Nichirin Blade turned a fiery red, like molten lava, and the blade even hummed and trembled from the weight it bore...

At the corner of his eye, the ferocious red and black serrated markings... were like living flames, constantly piercing Wuchan's gaze...

Boom!

An overwhelming fear, originating from the deepest part of his soul and spanning hundreds of years, erupted like the most violent volcano in Muzan Kibutsuji's heart!

This scene instantly overlapped with his deepest and most haunting nightmare, which he could never escape for the rest of his life!

The man who terrified him so much that he was forced to split into 1,800 pieces to escape!

That nightmare that utterly shattered his lofty altar of perfect life and plunged him into the abyss, forcing him to hide like a stray dog ​​for hundreds of years!

The mere thought of that name could freeze his blood and instinctively make him want to flee at all costs—

Jikuni Genichi!

Chapter 70 The Legacy of the Nation

The first breath, the strongest swordsman, the legendary demon hunter.

This is the record of Yoriichi Tsugikuni by the successive Flame Pillars—

The heavy autumn air weighed down the old maple trees in the courtyard, causing them to hunch over.

Withered yellow leaves twirl and fall, covering the bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound when stepped on, a sound of lifelessness.

In the corner of the courtyard, on a sword rack, a Nichirin sword with a crimson scabbard lay silently, the flame patterns on the hilt dull and lifeless.

This is the purgatory of the inmates, and also a place where prisoners are temporarily held.

The door was gently pulled open, letting in a cool breeze.

The towering figure of Flame Pillar Eijuro Rengoku appeared in the corridor, carrying a small, plain earthenware wine pot in one hand and two equally unadorned earthenware cups in the other.

He sat silently beside a quiet man, his thick brows furrowed, a hint of worry in his golden-red eyes.

"Mr. Yuanyi, would you like some drinks?" he asked softly, handing the glass to the other man.

The man beside her wore a red outer shirt and had long, dark red hair in a high ponytail. The red markings on his face looked like flames covering half of his face, and he exuded a rock-solid composure.

He took the glass and nodded to Eishiro: "Thank you."

Even today, as the Demon Slayer Corps is about to pronounce his sentence, his eyes, which seem to pierce through the underworld and reflect sunlight, remain clear and calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.

He is Yoriichi Seikoku, the strongest swordsman in the world.

"The other Pillars and the elders of Ubuyashiki are somewhat dissatisfied with you..." Eishiro picked up his sake cup but didn't drink, only staring at the liquid inside as he murmured, "Regarding Muzan's failure to be subdued, the release of the demons, and..."

Hideyoshi did not continue talking about the most terrible sin.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni's older brother, the powerful swordsman Tsugikuni Kokusatsu whom he lured into the Demon Slayer Corps—killed the current lord and defected with the head of Ubuyashiki!

Yoriichi did not respond to him.

The Flame Pillar took a swig of sake with some anxiety. He didn't know what kind of punishment this selfless swordsman who had taught everyone the breathing technique would face, and he was quite depressed: "Lord Yoriichi! I want to know, what kind of monster is Kibutsuji Muzan?"

"Is it possible that even your sword cannot kill him?"

Upon hearing this name, Yoriichi silently took a sip of his drink, his gaze vacant as he stared at the fallen leaves swept by the wind. His gaze seemed to pierce through the desolation before him, looking towards a more distant and darker place.

“Mu-chan…” he uttered the name, his voice carrying a chilling coldness: “I met him in a bamboo forest outside Kyoto…”

In the depths of a vast bamboo forest on the outskirts of Kyoto in late autumn.

The towering green bamboos intertwine to form a forest, their leaves gathering into a dense dome that filters the sunlight into a dark and deep green sea.

At that time, I was walking there alone.

Sudden.

A thick, cold malice emanated from the depths of the bamboo forest without warning, instantly intruding into my senses.

I have long since entered a realm of transparency, where even the slightest movement in the mortal world is easily detected, let alone such a repulsive aura.

Deep within the dark, layered bamboo forest, a person stood there.

Although the man had the appearance of a human male, I could clearly see that he had five brains and seven hearts, and his whole body exuded a nauseating aura.

Beneath the handsome exterior writhes an evil and ferocious soul, as if it wants to devour all other life.

I knew his identity the moment we met—Muzan Kibutsuji.

At the same time, I have never felt so strongly that I was born into this world just to defeat this guy in front of me.

When I placed my hand on the knife at my waist, the other person noticed me.

He didn't try to hide himself; a closer look revealed a woman's face beside him, who was also a demon.

Wu Can stood there gracefully, a hint of a cat-and-mouse smile playing on his lips.

"To be honest, I'm getting a little tired of your Demon Slayer Corps' breathing techniques and swordsmanship." He said.

Then, his figure suddenly blurred in place.

Immediately following was a loud bang, and a cloud of smoke suddenly exploded where he had been standing, causing the surrounding bamboo poles to shake violently and bamboo leaves to fall like a torrential rain!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of me, moving so fast that it almost exceeded the limits of human vision!

His right hand was outstretched, his fingernails gleaming with an obsidian-like light in the dim light, as he reached straight for my head.

I dodged quickly, the bamboo forest behind me being sliced ​​into pieces by his mutated demonic claws...

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever encountered an enemy like this since I was born... This is the first time I've felt the joy of battle..." Yoriichi recalled to Hidetoshiro.

"And then what happened?" Eishiro gripped his wine glass tightly, pressing for details about what happened to Yoriichi afterward.

"Later... I used the strongest sword technique I could on him..."

"The thirteenth form of Sun Breathing..."

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*

Wu Can's mocking crimson pupils froze, instantly filled with incredulous shock.

Too fast! So fast that there wasn't even time for fear or the thought of running away!

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by the hissing sound of a hot knife slicing through butter, Wu Can's body was chopped into several pieces by Ji Guoyuan!

For over a hundred years, let alone cutting Wuzan into pieces... there hasn't been anyone who could even hurt him!

Even more terrifying, the dazzling, shimmering light of the sun-shaped blade actually halted the regeneration of his limbs!

Yoichi Tsugikuni's Nichirin Blade resembled burning steel, blazing and dazzling... The ugly marks on his face seemed to come alive at this moment, transforming into clusters of flowing flames.

Following Guoyuan's path to Wuchan, his gaze coldly judged the ancestor of all ghosts:

"What are you living for?"

"What's so interesting about murder?"

"What do you value life?"

"Heh...heh..." Musan's lips moved with difficulty, emitting an unintelligible gasp, his eyes fixed on Yoriichi Tsugikuni with resentment.

No! I can't die! I can't die here! I am perfect! I am the eternal and indestructible King of Demons!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything! Wuchan's scarlet eyes, once filled with fear, hatred, anger, and cowardice, burst forth with a reckless and insane light!

"Ughh ...

A terrifying, inhuman scream suddenly burst from his mouth!

The sound was extremely mournful, like the howling of ten thousand ghosts in hell, causing countless bamboo leaves to fall wildly again!

Bang! ! !

Then, without warning, Wu Can's body suddenly exploded! In an instant, it split into more than 1,800 tiny pieces of flesh!

They frantically and desperately darted out of the bamboo forest in all directions, up, down, left, and right, into every possible crevice!

Each of these chunks of flesh was enveloped in a layer of writhing black ghostly energy, like a black meteor shower bursting out in the bamboo forest!

This is Mu-san's last trump card to save his life.

It is the ultimate evil practice that abandons all dignity and all forms in pursuit of only a sliver of hope!

Yoriichi Tsugikuni's reaction was almost at its limit. Almost at the same moment Muzan split apart, he swung his Nichirin Blade, trying his best to keep this demon alive!

Boom!

The endless, blazing sword light resembled a golden crow spreading its wings upon descending to the mortal realm!

The golden-red flames, capable of incinerating everything, roared and swirled around Yuan Yi, weaving into a raging net that instantly annihilated the vast majority of Wu Can's scattered and fleeing flesh fragments.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*

A series of crackling sounds rang out, and the air was filled with a strong, suffocating smell of burning.

Countless chunks of flesh shrouded in black mist emitted a piercing scream amidst the dazzling light of the blade, instantly incinerating into wisps of drifting black smoke!

The black smoke twisted and contorted, like countless agonizing, screaming faces, struggling and dissipating in the flames...

"Even so, I only managed to kill about 1,500 pieces of flesh... and Wu Can still escaped..."

"That's it. I'm sorry to have disappointed everyone..."

In the courtyard, Yoriichi's voice calmly fell to its last syllable.

He picked up the sake glass in front of him, downed the slightly chilled sake in one gulp, and stared blankly at the horizon once more.

The wine glass in Eishiro Rengoku's hand was already tilted, and the wine had soaked his hakama pants down to his knees, but he was completely unaware of it.