Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Kiyokawa Izumi's figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a tree not far away.

The wound on his chest was pulled violently, and the pain made him lose control of his facial expressions.

I was just doing a casual task, but I inexplicably encountered such a troublesome evil spirit.

If we don't leave this country, do we have to live in the shadow of ghosts?

Even on a random mission, you might encounter an unparalleled and powerful being.

It's obvious to anyone that his will is not firm enough and his determination is not resolute enough.

"As expected, I'm still essentially an indecisive ordinary person."

"If I had left earlier, I wouldn't have run into Kame here."

"But I'm a little unwilling to accept it!"

The breath of the sun does not belong to me, nor does the breath of water.

There is no burning flame in my heart, and the Breath of Fire probably doesn't resonate with me much.

I have observed the respiration of insects and flowers.

These are all breathing techniques used by other people.

I had originally planned to visit the former Naruto when I had time in the future.

But is Thunder Breathing really viable?

With such a high learning threshold, is it really suitable for me?

As Kiyokawa Izumi slowly rose to his feet, he felt a sense of unease with the use of water breathing, and the improvement it provided wasn't that significant.

Being forced into this situation with no way out feels like I've rediscovered the feeling of participating in the final selection.

Back then, if you didn't learn the breathing technique, you would die.

The same is true now.

If you can't achieve a qualitative change in your strength, you'll still die!

"Still struggling? You will die here. The one who kills you will soon become one of the Twelve Demon Moons."

"I will eat more and more people, I will get more blood from that person, and I will become stronger."

Fu Nue looked at Kiyokawa Izumi with a mixture of pity and greed.

I pity him for his overestimation of his abilities, for he still struggled even though the outcome was already decided.

As a demon, it harbors immense ambition.

The waning moon is clearly not its end.

Eat more people, and become stronger!

"Really? Then let's give it a try!"

Kiyokawa Izumi swung his sword forward again, as if countless fragments were flashing through his mind.

It refers to the breathing rhythm of the sun, or other types of breathing.

There seems to be some kind of pattern here.

Kiyokawa Izumi abruptly changed the rhythm of his breathing.

"I don't like the frequency being too fast, slow down! Maybe we can slow it down a bit!"

"Inhale more air, in a slow and long motion, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible."

"Exhaling is like gathering energy, inhaling is like unleashing it."

"I had been imitating the previous Water Column, but there were definitely huge problems with it."

I only imitated his swordsmanship, the experience accumulated over decades, and the small techniques I hadn't mastered. I didn't imitate his breathing.

"My breathing rhythm wasn't integrated into my swordsmanship because my mastery of water breathing is far inferior to his."

As she pondered, Kiyokawa Izumi felt her fighting becoming increasingly fluid, and even the pain was lessening—perhaps due to the surge in adrenaline.

Fight without regard for anything else, leaving yourself no way out; perhaps only in this way can you truly achieve single-minded focus.

Blazing flames erupted from the throat of the cauldron, sending waves of heat crashing down upon us.

Yes, I can see it!

You can see the subtle changes in its body when it is about to use Blood Demon Art.

There were no obvious signs of muscle tension in the limbs, so it was probably not a feint.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who would never fall into the same trap twice, had memorized everything, not letting go of even the smallest detail.

"Back off!"

Hold your breath! Don't inhale the scalding air into your lungs!

"The current situation no longer supports continuing this fierce battle; we need an opportunity!"

The blood-red Sharingan focused on Kame, while the jet-black tomoe rapidly rotated, dissecting and analyzing its movements bit by bit.

Kiyokawa Izumi untied the team uniform that was binding him, simply draped it over his body, and with his body lowered, he suddenly exerted force with his legs.

At this moment, there were no other thoughts in my mind.

Only offense remains!

Because its trajectory was too straight, the icy blue eyes of the fubuki stared intently at it, and its sharp claws instinctively lashed out.

Its throat was visibly swollen, clearly gathering strength to deliver a fatal blow to Kiyokawa Izumi.

The moon hanging in the sky was obscured by clouds, and the last bit of light disappeared.

The sharp claws easily tore through the team uniform, but Fu Nue's pupils suddenly contracted, because Kiyokawa Izumi's presence seemed to have vanished at that moment, and there was no trace of her under the fluttering uniform.

It is unknown when, but the Nichirin Blade, which has changed color, made a light yet sharp diagonal slash from bottom to top without revealing any trace of its presence, and even the blade itself was hidden from view.

The fleeting blade grazed across the neck of the cauldron.

"your……"

Before he could finish speaking, his ugly, hideous head had already fallen to the ground.

Its eyes were fixed on Kiyokawa Izumi behind it, and it asked angrily and incomprehensibly.

Why did it suddenly change so quickly?

Its enormous body vanished rapidly like ashes, leaving it with far too many unanswered questions.

Why is my breathing completely silent?

Why did your Nichirin Blade seem to disappear at that moment?