Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Kiyokawa Izumi, who had already leaped into the air, suddenly exerted force with his waist and legs, twisting his waist at an incredible angle, his hands gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, drawing a huge, almost perfect circular arc from right to left.

His move can be considered a copy of the protagonist Tanjiro's Waterwheel Modification.

A smooth cut was seen on the several arms of the Hand Demon that covered its neck.

That seems to be all there is to it.

"General!"

Due to inertia, Kiyokawa Izumi inevitably fell to the ground.

At this moment, several arms had already grabbed his limbs, and a tearing sensation was already present.

But he wasn't flustered at all, and just said very calmly.

The next second, the wound on the hand ghost's neck rapidly enlarged.

The ugly and hideous head slowly moved backward.

What?

The hand ghost, already sensing something was wrong, suddenly narrowed its pupils.

Are you kidding me?

How could it have died here?

Having devoured so many people and possessing such powerful Blood Demon Arts, how could he be killed by such a lowly demon?

Not reconciled!

It was extremely unwilling to accept this!

Sakonji!!

Kiyokawa Izumi never would have guessed that this person's hatred for the former water column far exceeded his resentment towards himself.

The arms that were tearing at their own limbs were collapsing and disintegrating at a visible speed, turning to ashes like a burning haystack.

"Cough cough—"

Kiyokawa Izumi began to cough violently. When he breathed, his chest felt as if it were being rubbed by rough sandpaper, and he also experienced severe pain in the lower middle part of his chest.

Unable to maintain his breathing any longer, he collapsed to the ground.

The limbs, strained from overexertion, felt noticeably sore, and the breathing rhythm became erratic.

I always feel like something is blocking my way. I want to inhale but can't, and when I exhale, I can't expel it completely. It's extremely uncomfortable to have something stuck there.

"I'm not going to die here, am I?"

Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't help but let her mind wander.

Although his physical condition was extremely poor, his energy and spirit were exceptionally high.

These past few days have been filled with battles, teetering on the brink of life and death. The improvement in my strength has been far more useful than any tedious training.

Especially when he defeated the strong with the weak, like when he defeated the Demon Queen.

It was as if he had undergone a spiritual sublimation and transformation. At Fujikashiyama, he could confidently and calmly deal with any evil spirit and firmly believed that he could win.

Slowly sitting up, Kiyokawa Izumi coughed incessantly.

The saliva he spat out contained traces of blood.

"This should be a normal reaction after using concentrated breathing, right?"

That's all he can tell himself now.

In my past life, I might already be on my way to the hospital, and I might even be in the emergency room.

Concealing his weakness, he picked up the broken Nichirin Blade, stretched his aching arm slightly, and swept his calm yet confident gaze around.

That ever-present feeling of being watched reappeared.

Some evil spirits seem to be plotting to profit from the conflict between the two sides. Although the night may conceal their figures, their nauseating stench cannot be hidden.

Even though her physical condition was already extremely bad, Kiyokawa Izumi was not afraid of the evil spirits lurking in the shadows.

Sure enough, a demon did launch a silent attack from behind him.

It was an old acquaintance of his.

The incredibly fast long-haired demon couldn't resist.

It leaped high into the air, its sharp right claw aimed straight for the back of Kiyokawa Izumi's head.

It felt that Kiyokawa Izumi must be extremely weak right now.

This is the perfect time for it to strike!

The mountains were unusually quiet at night. Qingchuanquan wasn't deaf, so how could he not hear the rustling sound coming from behind?

He couldn't sense the killing intent.

But the sound can still be heard.

He turned slightly to the side, his indifferent gaze meeting the demon leaping into the air, without the slightest tension or hesitation, his timing perfect.

When the sharp claws were less than two fists' distance from his head, he had already swung his knife, striking first despite being slower, and severing the demon's neck with unparalleled precision.

"How could this be...?"

The long-haired demon racked his brains but couldn't understand why this bastard's strength was so much greater than yesterday.

"Is it so hard to understand that if you survive life-or-death battles, you'll always improve?"

"Using cannibalism to improve oneself may seem like a shortcut, but it can also imprison one's own limits and potential."

Kiyokawa Izumi looked at the head on the ground and said expressionlessly.

Is an ordinary person who has survived several life-or-death battles still an ordinary person?

Having experienced having no other choice and having run away out of fear, the experience of just a few days is incomparable to the more than twenty years of my previous life.

After saying this, Kiyokawa Izumi stood there quietly waiting for a moment, but no next evil spirit came.

He was certainly bluffing.

In the current state, if a handful of evil spirits were to come, what would he use to fight them?

But some evil spirits were actually intimidated.

"I will never join the Demon Slayer Corps after passing the final selection!!"

Feeling a bit heavy-eyelid, he decided to think of something to perk himself up.

"I don't have Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength. My future potential is probably not even as high as the Stone Pillar, Wind Pillar, and Water Pillar."

"Fighting Muzan won't make a difference whether I'm there or not. I might as well find another place to live my own life."

Kiyokawa Izumi, detached from this world, thought to himself.