Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"What a pity. If you were willing to become a ghost, you could have fought me for a long time."

Instead of what we are doing now, giving it our all but ending up battered and bruised.

Why bother with those weak humans? If you had taken a defensive stance immediately, you wouldn't be so badly injured now, would you?

No matter how unwilling you are, the long-awaited battle will eventually come to an end.

Kiyokawa Izumi was no longer able to hold on.

He was undoubtedly a rare powerhouse, capable of slaying Upper Moon Six. Unfortunately, he was limited by his fragile human body and could not unleash his full strength.

If he were willing to become a demon, Akaza would certainly give him his blood without hesitation.

Such a rare opponent has not been encountered for a very, very long time.

He was as stubborn as any of the pillars he had encountered before.

"I will remember you!"

With his fist raised high, Akaza was clearly prepared to give Kiyokawa Izumi a dignified end, not to smash his head open, but only to pierce his heart, preserving the integrity of his corpse as much as possible.

"It's just that my left hand is almost useless, that's all."

Also, the ribs weren't broken, just minor fractures.

Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't understand why the other person described her as someone who was about to die.

Just kidding, that's all.

Who do you think you are!

"It seems that only that one move can be tried—a unique ultimate technique, different from any continuous burst of power!"

The Seventh Form: No Thought, No Reflection!

Kiyokawa Izumi breathed more precisely and forcefully.

Driven by such pressure, the breathing technique, which had not improved for a long time, finally broke through the bottleneck and advanced to the fifth level.

Kiyokawa Izumi unleashed her full potential, disregarding any potential permanent damage to her body.

"Um?"

Akaza, who instantly sensed the change, hesitated slightly before throwing a punch.

Because in its perception, the originally vigorous and powerful fighting spirit suddenly disappeared, like a flame that was completely extinguished in the cold wind, leaving not a trace of embers.

How is that possible?

Has he already given up?

Yes, the injury has already reached this level, the outcome is already decided, and there's no point in persisting.

Having realized this, would he be willing to become a demon?

"Kiyokawa Izumi, will you—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp Nichirin Blade sliced ​​straight into his neck. Akaza, with his extremely sharp reflexes, instantly pushed the back of the blade, forcibly changing the trajectory of the Nichirin Blade's swing.

The Nichirin Blade, which had sliced ​​from the neck down to the right chest, vanished without a sound.

It was unclear when it was pulled out; it couldn't sense any killing intent, nor could it hear the sound of it cutting through the air.

Everything was so strange.

When I turned around, Kiyokawa Izumi's figure disappeared into the night like the wind.

"How is that possible? How could his speed and strength be increased so much?"

The compass field couldn't even sense the battle aura emanating from him...

In contrast, Kiyokawa Izumi's emotions were remarkably calm.

"More precise breathing, more precise movements—I think I've finally understood what a transparent world means."

Compared to the marks that have been slow to awaken, Kiyokawa Izumi is actually closer to the Transparent Realm than many Pillars. The Fourth Form she has mastered can already be considered a minor Transparent skill.

When he abandons all distractions and is in absolute focus, he seems to become one with his environment.

There was no sound of wind breaking, no flash of cold light, only the mark of the knife.

The Nichirin Blade, seemingly held in one's hand, is actually omnipresent.

At that moment, the world seemed to lose its color, and Kiyokawa Izumi could see many, many things.

For example, the flow and contraction of blood vessels, taut or exerting muscles, and a constantly beating heart.

No more noise could be heard; all useless information had been filtered out.

When the mind is completely emptied, the blade can outrun the thought.

The wound on his neck had healed, but Akaza was extremely agitated and couldn't pinpoint Kiyokawa Izumi's exact location at all; the compass field seemed to have failed.

"Since we can't find it, let's cause massive destruction in an instant!"

"Destruction Kill: Chaos Style!"

As he raised his hand to throw a punch, smooth cuts appeared on both arms. He didn't even realize when the attack had landed.

I instinctively moved away, and as expected, there were already faint scratches on my neck.

"Are you kidding me?"

Could it be? Has he already stepped into the supreme realm?

Akaza's pupils contracted slightly as he realized this, and he was even more incredulous.

Even if he has mastered it completely, why is his speed and strength able to increase so dramatically?

Why did the attack become so bizarre?

"behind?"

"Front?"

"left?"

I can sense it everywhere, yet I can't find it anywhere.

Having already felt a deadly threat twice, it had no idea when or how the next attack would strike.

"Spell Unfolds - Final Move - Azure Silver Chaotic Remnant Light!"

In his extreme frustration, he decided to resort to this tactic once again.