Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

These spirit-powered beasts are almost uncontrollable by the birds; they can only bite in a predetermined direction and sometimes even attack each other.

Fortunately, their damage does not affect the birds, which are his main means of probing and restraining enemy attacks.

The Roaring form of the raccoon is even more extreme, and can only be used freely when the bird's emotional reaction is intense and it has a strong desire to fight.

The Zanpakuto compresses spiritual energy, unleashing red and black slashes that carve deep ravines into the hard mountainside.

It has enough power and destructive force, but its only drawback is that it is a bit slow, giving the enemy time to react.

As for tearing... that's a technique Asuka only recently mastered after incorporating the five major breathing techniques.

Now is the time to verify.

"What are you feeling inside your body right now? Is it pain? A feeling of stagnation? Or is it just numbness?"

"Absolutely inexplicable!"

Kokushibo swung his sword again, but Asuka did not retaliate, using her agile movements to dodge his attack.

He looked at Kokushibo seriously: "If you don't tell me, how will I know if it's useful? How will I improve my swordsmanship?"

"So noisy!!"

Kokushibo wasn't oblivious; he realized the situation was dire.

Forces that did not belong to him were surging and crashing within his body.

The feeling of this power was similar to the flames that had burned on my body and the knife before, yet it was completely different.

They were small yet tough, and Kokushibo tried countless times to devour this power with his demonic energy, but it always slipped away.

Even if you tear your skin and rip off flesh, these little guys still stubbornly keep burrowing into your body and won't come out!

"You may not want to say it, but I can probably sense it."

"I changed my mind and divided the stolen spiritual pressure into several smaller portions, allowing it to seep into your body with each battle."

“You won’t notice it once or twice, but by the time you do, the power of the predator has already spread throughout your entire body.”

"According to Ren, this is called a virus."

Asuka dodged another attack from the enraged Moon Breathing, explaining expressionlessly as she sorted out her thoughts.

He pointed to the festering wounds on Kokushibo's abdomen and said with a hint of inquiry, "Look, the virus has already started to take effect."

"The fighting style of ninjas is valuable. Sometimes it is not only important to overcome the enemy in strength, but also to gain the upper hand in the details."

"You despicable bastard! You actually poisoned a swordsman's duel!"

Enraged, Kokushibo slashed his own festering wound with his sword, attempting to regenerate using his regenerative powers, but the virus had already spread.

The monstrous spiritual pressure ravaged his body, breaking down his malignant cells from the inside out.

Despicable? Don't be ridiculous, you're a ghost.

If it can kill ghosts, then it is a righteous poison blade.

The hungry dog ​​formed from spiritual pressure will not miss any opportunity to devour and steal flesh and blood. Even if it is beaten away with sticks or forced to take it by its companions, it will grit its teeth and persevere to the very last moment.

One or two may not be enough, but when they gather in large numbers, the spiritual pressure within their bodies is completely detonated by the birds, and such destructive power is enough to disintegrate any enemy from within!

Not to mention, Asuka's swordsmanship is also quite good.

"Sky Rift!!"

The Zanpakuto slashed down, and Kokushibo could only endure the festering of his flesh as he struggled to fight back.

His movements became slower and slower, and his flaws became more and more apparent!

At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of impending death.

He recalled hundreds of years ago, when he was still human and known as Jiguo Yansheng.

"The inheritance of breathing techniques is hopeless; to this day, there has been no swordsman who has been able to master the Breath of the Sun."

"The Demon Slayer Corps doesn't have any swordsmen who can match our level. What will happen if we die?"

"If this continues, the exquisite skills honed through countless trials will be lost."

Tsugikuni Iwakatsu stroked his Nichirin Blade, his brow furrowed, looking worriedly at the tall man in front of him wearing a Nichirin earring.

The other person turned around, their expression calm, seemingly not taking the matter to heart: "Brother, you're overthinking it."

"You think too highly of us brothers. We're just two passersby in the long history of humankind..."

"A baby with talent far surpassing yours or mine might be born somewhere right now. Someone will eventually reach our level."

Ji Guoyuan looked up at the distant sky and smiled contentedly: "We just need to let nature take its course and wait for the day when life comes to an end..."

These words were still clearly remembered by Kokushibo even after hundreds of years.

Yuan Yi, every time you smile, I feel incredibly disgusted.

How could anyone possibly surpass you or me? How could anyone possibly learn the Breath of the Sun?

But now, all six of Kokushibo's eyes were frozen.

Asuka's sword was aggressive as fire and moved like thunder. Each move brought with it a dazzling sun, making it difficult for Kokushibo to deal with.

The person my brother mentioned really did appear.

*Pfft!*

His chest was cleaved open, the scorching heat of the cinnabar blade preventing him from regenerating, and the virus within his body was destroying his internal bones!

This reminded Kokushibo of that night.

When he became the Ghost Moon, he faced his frail and dying younger brother, Ji Guoyuan, for a time—

That feeling of extreme powerlessness.

"What a joke! I am the strongest swordsman! The strongest Ghost Moon!!"

Kokushibo roared, and the demonic power within him resonated powerfully.

The severed skin grew and twisted unnaturally and rapidly, and barbed chunks of flesh quickly filled the gap.

Not only that, the severed arm turned into grotesque joints like those of an arthropod, and the split skull grew a terrifying, twisted horn.

In no time, Kokushibo, covered in wounds, had completely changed and was no longer human.

It's hard to say whether he's gotten stronger, but he's definitely gotten uglier.

Asuka looked at Kokushibo's ugly struggle to survive even in his current state, and sighed for the first time in front of an enemy:

“Jikoku Iwakatsu, here I come.”

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo felt a chill run through his body, as if he had been sentenced to death.

Wow, how can he be so fast!

No, it's me who has slowed down.

Through the shimmering mirrors of the pavilions in the Infinite City, he saw his own ugly reflection.

He was stunned.

Neither human nor ghost, it was a monster made up of a bunch of grotesque bones and twisted flesh, struggling to survive under the power of the birds.

Is this ugly form the state I'm desperately trying to achieve?

Is this the reason I've managed to survive for hundreds of years?

it is ridiculous.

Sizzle—!

Asuka's crimson blade radiated intense heat, slicing into Kokushibo's twisted, thick neck with a sizzling sound like meat being fried in hot oil.

Swish-!

The next second, the scorching blade severed Kokushibo's head.

It also shattered his last memories.

Little Yoriichi was holding a bamboo flute and giving him a happy smile.

That little mouth moved, but Kokushibo couldn't hear what it was saying.

"I just wanted to be the moon that shines on the sun..."

The ugly head was reduced to ashes.

Chapter 107 The Extermination of the Upper Moon!

As the battle progressed, even the ordinary Demon Slayer Corps members achieved remarkable results.

They restrained and surrounded the weaker demons, preventing them from harassing the Pillars who were engaged in a decisive battle with the Upper Moons.

"Seventh Squad! Quickly reinforce the east! The swordsmen there are already severely wounded!"

Deep in the mountains, Teriyaki Ubuyashiki, wearing a strangely patterned headband, was intently directing the battle.

The headband on his head came from Yushiro, a cannibalistic demon under Tamayo's command.

This Blood Demon Art allows him to share the field of vision with the other ravens, thus achieving the effect of remotely controlling and commanding the entire situation even when he is not in the Infinite City.

The sound of the pipa in the Infinite City grew increasingly mournful, and the twisting of space was like a runaway beast, drawing the flames of war to every dark corner.

In a tall, ancient building that had been completely shattered and deformed, the dull drumbeats, accompanied by thunder and gale-force winds, almost shattered one's eardrums.

That is the strongest battle form of Upper Moon Two, Hantengu – Zōhakuten.

"You beasts who bully the weak..."

Anger was written all over Zeng Potian’s childlike face, and behind him floated a drum with the word “Zeng” engraved on it.

With his strike, several enormous wooden dragons roared and shot out from the ground.

They are menacing, each possessing a terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Three figures were rapidly moving within the circle of the wooden dragon.

Shinazugawa Saneya grinned menacingly, his Nichirin Blade swirling in the air, creating gusts of wind that shattered the incoming wooden dragon: "Hey! How long are you going to keep playing these childish tricks? Your high-sounding tone makes me want to rip your guts out!"

"Wind Breathing - Fifth Form: Cold Autumn Mountain Breeze!"

The raging hurricane instantly shaved off the wooden dragon's head, creating a safe space for them.

"Sanemi! Don't linger in battle! Remember our lord's instructions!"

"This body is just a disguise that coward fabricated to escape his guilt!"

Kyojuro Rengoku's booming voice echoed in my ears.

He wielded the Nichirin Blade, which burned as brightly as the sun, and his brows were adorned with markings like raging flames.

Where the blade sliced ​​through, the wooden dragons that were still reforming were completely burned.

Upon hearing his words, Shinazugawa stopped and didn't even glance at Zangbotian again.

He twisted his body and used the wind to rush directly into the deeper part of the ancient building.

Giyu Tomioka remained silent, bringing up the rear at the very end of the line, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

Whenever the thunderous stone waves or raging winds released by Zang Potian swept in, he only needed to raise his hand lightly, and [Type 11 Nagi] could make all attacks turn into nothingness around him.

Zang Potian furiously pounded the drum on his back, and countless wooden dragons roared madly:

"You cruel humans! You harm the weak instead of fighting me! What a despicable act!"

In the past, even the Pillars would have found themselves in a difficult situation when faced with Blood Demon Arts, which had a wide coverage and overwhelming power.

However, at this moment, the three Pillars who were besieging him—Saneya Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, and Kyojuro Rengoku—showed no hesitation or wavering in their eyes.

They would never fight to the death with Zang Potian.

This was the final instruction left by the lord during training, based on the information provided by Komashi:

"The weakness of the Half-Tengu is not in those incarnations. No matter how many times its head is cut off, it will keep coming back to life as long as its main body is alive."

"He represents the essence of cowardice, only the size of a palm, and will definitely try to escape and hide by any means necessary... Find him, and all his incarnations will vanish."

Because of this information, Sanzhu's behavior was a nightmare in the eyes of Bantengu.

"There!"

Shinazugawa Saneya's eyes were bloodshot from the intense fighting spirit and burning markings, and his senses had reached their limit.