Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Doma's reaction was naturally quick, and his combat skills were far superior to those of ordinary demons. After all, he was an Upper Moon demon, and being ranked second meant his strength was not lacking.

It's impossible to say that he had no combat experience.

Having survived for hundreds of years as a demon, he has encountered quite a few demon slayers and Pillars—the previous Pillars were able to surpass ordinary team members, so how bad could their swordsmanship and breathing techniques be?

Doma was capable of killing these powerful previous Pillars, so he must have had some ability.

Unfortunately, it encountered Kiyokawa Izumi.

The latter's strength, even among the Pillars of the past, is second only to Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

A magnificent golden fan brushed past her collar, and in the next breath, Nakime, having recovered, once again intervened in the battle between the two sides.

The boy, who suddenly appeared dozens of meters away, was still waving his iron fan.

Kiyokawa Izumi calmly observed all of this, without showing any resentment or regret on his face. He simply slowly sheathed his Nichirin Blade.

"Everything can happen once or twice, but not three times. Do you think I would fall in the same place three times?"

As she finished speaking, a tiny wound appeared on her pale neck, and a large amount of demon blood gushed out. Nakime stopped playing the biwa and remained silent, seemingly still in shock.

Doma instinctively covered his wound with his hand, and the burning pain awakened his hidden memories—Kiyokawa Izumi had used all her trump cards, how could this stab only be this weak?

The severed wound did not begin to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when the hands covering the neck exerted a little force, the head began to shake noticeably.

This was just a test.

Having already realized something, Doma suddenly discovered that he was able to lift his head.

How ridiculous.

What makes these two people think that Kiyokawa Izumi would make the same mistake in the same place?

Didn't he know that Nakime was always watching him closely?

When the speed of the sword swing is faster than the thought, even Upper Moon Two cannot react in time.

What good is it if Nakime, who can be moved at any time, is by your side?

As it tried to move, his Nichirin Blade had already severed the child model's neck—the latter reacted very quickly, and as Kiyokawa Izumi sheathed his sword, the iron fan had already slashed past his collar.

But it's still just a little bit short, isn't it?

A brief silence followed, and the enormous ice bodhisattva collapsed in an instant.

Doma did not find it unacceptable to lose to such a swordsman.

With such exquisite swordsmanship and incredible breathing techniques, it's not impossible to lose to such a swordsman.

It devoted its entire life to serving Boss Muzan, working diligently and never slacking off.

Dying like this is inevitably somewhat unsatisfying.

On the other hand, could this help overcome the weakness of dying if one's head is cut off?

Even Lord Akaza almost succeeded, so I have a chance too, right?

"You can't do it, your body is already starting to break down—without obsession, without emotion, you're not even as good as Akaza."

A calm voice sounded in its ear, and as it struggled, half of its head, which was still being held by both hands, had already disappeared.

Meeting that extremely cold gaze, Doma suddenly wanted to ask—who is this Ms. Kanae you're talking about? Do you know her?

To whom were those promises made?

Seemingly aware of its intentions, or perhaps too lazy to waste time talking to such a bastard, it raised its hand and swung its knife, dissolving half of its head into dozens of pieces.

"Having gone this far, this may be my limit... Using all my trump cards, I only managed to kill one Doma."

Oh……"

Nakime's assistance is not an excuse.

Judging solely by the results, he was indeed not as strong as imagined.

I don't know if it was because I achieved my goal, but my mind gradually relaxed.

Killing Upper Moon Two here, I wonder how much of a role it will play in the final battle.

On the other hand, he ultimately kept his word.

There's just a tiny bit of resentment.

If she dies here, that silly girl might not even know that Douma has already been killed by him—I'm afraid she might do something foolish because of that.

Shinobu's strength is indeed not enough to qualify her for the final battle.

Muzan is not Doma.

Turning yourself into poison won't work on Muzan, the boss.

With his basic strength, he probably couldn't even see through Muzan's attacks.

If they insist on joining the war, they will probably be the first to fall.

With this in mind, how could Kiyokawa Izumi possibly remain calm?

"Rebuilding the Upper Moons is no easy task... Muzan will likely remain silent for a while because of this. In three to five years, both Muichiro and the three younger ones will probably have made significant progress... If Muzan is determined to hide, it will be quite troublesome. Are we really counting on Lady Tamayo?"

With a jumble of distracting thoughts, even someone as strong as Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

I'm filled with worry and frustration, and I feel helpless.

A soft clapping sound rang out, and the surrounding environment changed at a visible speed. An indescribable sense of oppression arose in his heart. Only a small part of Doma remained, looking into the distance and muttering to himself. What he was saying could no longer be heard.