Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Where are you hiding? Here, or here?"

Countless dark blue arms attacked from all directions. Kiyokawa Izumi struggled to wield his Nichirin Blade, but he was unable to block all the attacks.

He suffered a severe injury to his right waist and fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string, his Nichirin Blade falling from his hand.

When I came to my senses, all four of my limbs were being held tightly by strong, powerful hands.

The next second, an unbearable, excruciating pain struck.

The two arms were the first to be torn off, and a large amount of blood gushed out, with screams echoing through the mountains at night.

"Delicious, truly delicious!"

Jesting words and unrestrained laughter rang in my ears.

"Are you going to beg for mercy? If you do, I might let you live a few more days!"

Startled awake, Kiyokawa Izumi gripped the Nichirin Blade lying to the side, as if the weapon could give him a faint sense of security.

He sat up abruptly, looking around blankly.

What I just saw was just a dream, but it felt incredibly real.

Perhaps, I really might end up like that.

'Gurgle...'

Feeling hungry, Kiyokawa Izumi didn't want to think about what she had dreamt of anymore. She decided to go to the stream to fetch some water and pick some wild fruit to eat.

"When I sleep, my breathing is completely erratic."

"I've roughly memorized the breathing rhythm for water breathing, but I always forget to breathe like that."

"Breathing habits formed over many years are not so easy to change, but they have to be changed."

He looked up, but the blinding sunlight made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

It's probably around noon?

My sleep schedule and diet these past few days have been completely messed up, and my body still hasn't recovered to its peak.

……

into the night,

Sitting by the fire, Kiyokawa Izumi felt that the feeling of being watched from the sidelines was not as strong as before.

But this is not a good thing.

On this mountain, the strongest is undoubtedly the Hand Demon.

Its dominance and its presence are enough to deter many evil spirits from attacking it.

Ghosts can kill each other.

The wait was undoubtedly long, and Kiyokawa Izumi was also hesitant about whether to try to get as far away from the direction where he had encountered the Hand Demon as possible.

But will doing this really prevent me from meeting that person?

While they were still hesitating, they could vaguely hear heavy footsteps approaching.

Kiyokawa Izumi's heart sank suddenly, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks as he turned to run.

He was clearly afraid; if he continued running, he wouldn't even have the courage to fight again.

Should we run or not?

No matter how much preparation you do, it never feels like enough.

Do you think you're no match for him now, but once you master the breathing technique, will you definitely be stronger than him?

To flee or to fight.

Making choices becomes difficult at this moment.

"Aren't you going to run away? If you don't, you'll die!"

"Why not give it a try? Maybe you can escape!"

A playful voice drifted from afar, and that ugly, mountain-like figure reappeared before their eyes.

"I don't know!"

Kiyokawa Izumi said softly, looking slightly bewildered.

Would it be of any use to give me a few more days?

The food here is bad, and the rest is bad.

I haven't mastered the breathing technique yet. Will I be able to master it in a few more days?

Who knows!

"Let me calculate, you should be the forty-ninth... no, maybe the fiftieth!"

The Ghost Hand remained calm and unhurried, even having the leisure to count how many people he had eaten.

"so what?"

With a blank expression, Kiyokawa Izumi slowly rose to his feet and resolutely drew his sword.

To say what the difference is between tonight and last night.

I guess I've done my mental preparation.

I barely managed to overcome my fear and barely managed to remain calm.

"Boring."

Not seeing any fear on Kiyokawa Izumi's face, the Hand Demon felt a little bored.

It slowly stretched out its thick, powerful arm, with veins bulging beneath its dark blue skin, and in that instant, it looked as if countless venomous snakes were biting out from the shadows.

The bluish tip of the knife gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The slender, elongated back of the blade seemed to reflect the blood-red eyes of Kiyokawa Izumi.

The system for the intellectually disabled evaluated him as having mastered the basics of swordsmanship.

In other words, swordsmanship LV1.

To say it's that powerful, it's not quite that impressive.

But that was enough for him to calmly deal with the arms attacking from all directions.

He kept swinging his knife, making soft sounds as it sliced ​​through the air. Several arms were cleanly severed by Kiyokawa Izumi, and a large amount of blood flowed out uncontrollably, which surprised him slightly.

Do ghosts bleed?

seems like it.

However, it's useless; these are all pointless actions.

No matter how many arms are severed, the Hand Demon can regenerate at an extremely fast speed.

These injuries are not fatal.

"It's no use, it's no use!"

Hand Ghost clearly didn't take it seriously, and his attitude remained relaxed.

"Really?"

Kiyokawa Izumi calmly retorted, "Do you think I'm the kind of fool who would do useless work?"

They knew perfectly well that it would be pointless to cut off the neck.

Why bother with futile efforts?

While the continuous slashing may seem fierce, it also causes wear and tear on the blade.

Numerous grooves have appeared on the blade.

He did not overlook these things.

As the words were spoken, the severed arm of the Hand Demon did not regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Beneath its bluish-black skin, it seemed as if countless tiny purplish-black snakes were surging forth, constantly devouring everything in their path.

What is that?

"It's poison, don't be surprised."

The voice of Kiyoshi Izumi could be heard from afar.