Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

In just one minute, Kiyokawa Izumi unleashed over a thousand slashes in one go. With the blessing of the Transparent World, his movements became even more precise and deadly.

The body was scattered in pieces, making it difficult to piece together a complete body. Even so, one could still feel Akaza's faint but real presence.

Is the Upper Moon's regenerative ability really that tenacious and inhuman?

Driven by the instinct for survival, the fragments slowly connected—even without the suppression of the Crimson Blade, such severe injuries could not be recovered by Akaza in an instant.

Kiyokawa Izumi slowly sheathed his Nichirin Blade and began to adjust his breathing rhythm.

In just a moment, an unimaginable feeling of exhaustion almost overwhelmed him.

His arm was so heavy that he could no longer hold the Nichirin Blade.

When you go all out, every swing is full of dedication, and you use more than just the strength of your wrist and arm. If you swing aimlessly and randomly, you can do it faster, but the effect will be less than satisfactory.

Even a minute is incredibly physically demanding.

He could no longer stand steadily, but was supported by Shinobu Kocho who suddenly stepped forward.

"If I had even a minute, I might be able to stop Muzan when he's split into thousands of pieces."

"Is there really such a big difference?"

He could still distinguish between a moment and a minute.

Moreover, Muzan wouldn't be foolish enough to stand still and give him ample time to prepare.

One minute is still too long.

Furthermore, without mastering the technique of the Crimson Blade, even the fastest attack is merely a scratch.

After a brief adjustment, Kiyokawa Izumi straightened up and stared intently at the fragments in front of him—they hadn't dissipated and were still slowly recovering.

Akaza, are you still somewhat unwilling to accept this?

What is the purpose of becoming stronger?

"What nonsense is he spouting... I need to recover quickly! I haven't lost yet, I can still fight!"

"Damn it! It actually split my body into thousands of pieces! Was it trying to slow down my recovery this way? It's not like it's a blood-red Nichirin Blade..."

In a daze, it seemed to recall Muzan's questioning of it.

How can I fall here? Don't I need more power, I need to become stronger?

At that moment, countless fragments of memories suddenly appeared in my mind.

Twenty years is a lifetime in the human era. In comparison, the time a demon spends is undoubtedly long, and the memories it possesses are also incredibly vast.

Those insignificant fragments of memory from human times are easily swallowed up by hundreds of years of memories.

Even so, it still wanted to know who the girl who was holding its hand and constantly urging it to stop was.

Who was that man who punched himself hard in the face?

His life was tragic and unfortunate, but he also had moments of happiness.

The emotions of that time are etched in my memory and remain unforgettable even after hundreds of years.

I don't know how much time passed, but when the first rays of sunlight rose in the morning.

Having no desire to continue fighting, nor any thought of fleeing to survive, he simply stood there, calmly and resignedly accepting his fate.

There's not much to say, and I don't feel much regret—Kiyokawa Izumi's swordsmanship has reached its peak, and he has entered the highest realm. It's not surprising that he can defeat himself.

And that blood-red Nichirin Blade had a very obvious suppressive effect on it.

Looking up at the slightly dazzling sunlight, its body slowly dissipated, leaving behind a smile that was quite puzzling.

Such a bizarre scene unfolded before everyone's eyes, and neither Shinobu, Zenitsu, nor Ino could comprehend it.

I originally thought that the final, tough battle would begin as the sun was about to rise.

Only Tanjiro could faintly sense some of the emotions.

Kiyokawa Izumi, having drawn her Nichirin Blade again, reminded everyone to be careful—don't forget to put Nezuko back in the wooden box, lest something unexpected happen.

As for the final smile.

That was Komaji's relieved smile—yeah right!

"This time, I lost! But last time, you lost! I didn't run away!"

I really don't understand what this guy has to be so proud of.

Why did you give up? Don't you have any idea?

Even if I overcome the weakness of being beheaded, after resting for so long, can't I hold you back at any cost?

Can you really get away?

While there is certainly an element of letting go, it cannot be ignored that Kiyokawa Izumi still has the strength to fight back.

It's a good thing that the worst didn't happen.

Having regained its memories, the third brother will not choose to run away and live a life of ignominy, because it is meaningless to it now.

What's the point of surviving? What's the use of getting stronger?

Perhaps with more effort, I can master it thoroughly, but are these things really that important?

Those it wanted to protect were all gone, and having long lost its reason to fight, it had killed countless people—how utterly despicable!

How can one cleanse oneself of such sins?

"Kiyokawa Izumi, if this is all you're capable of, you won't be able to defeat Upper Moon One."

In a daze, it seemed as if a voice was ringing in my ears.

Kiyokawa Izumi dismissed it as a misperception.

If there's someone you want to see, seize the opportunity; why waste time talking nonsense with them?