Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"Pfft-"

The head flew high into the air.

The cut was being scorched by the high temperature of the Crimson Blade, and the granulation tissue was writhing wildly, but it was suppressed and could not regenerate.

His head spun halfway through the air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Kokushibo opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and full of astonishment:

"How could this be..."

"How is this possible..."

(Aside:)

Kobayashi: Why is it that after reading this far, no one is willing to leave a five-star review for Yayoi? There are so few reviews, and the book's rating isn't increasing at all QAQ

Yayoi (Sharpening her knives): If you don't leave a five-star review or leave a comment on the homepage, watch out, I might have a heart-to-heart talk with you tonight!

Sanemi (pressing down Yayoi's hand): Absolutely not! This is a society governed by the rule of law!

Yayoi: I don't use Instagram-worthy words. I'm both illiterate in literature and law. Say that again and I'll cut you down too!

Chapter 218 If cursing Kokushibo is useless, then let's just curse Tsugikuni Mikatsu.

"Ha, can't you see clearly even with six eyes?"

"What a waste of all your eyes."

Yayoi held her Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of her, looked at the spinning head in the air with a mocking smile, and sneered, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"This knife I'm holding isn't even the one you gave me, okay? I'm wielding the truth, how could I not kill you, you old bastard?"

Yayoi was already popping champagne at halftime.

After all, the Nichirin Blade severed the demon's head, and the Crimson Blade burned away regeneration; no matter how you look at it, Kokushibo had no chance of survival.

Who would have thought that reality would slap them in the face the next second?

The severed head did not turn to ashes like a typical ghost.

Flesh buds surged from the severed neck, wriggling and coiling wildly, expanding outwards as if alive.

It actually grew a head!

His once dignified and cold face twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his whole face becoming as ferocious as a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

At the same time, Kokushibo's body was also growing rapidly, his kendo uniform was stretched to the point of tearing apart, and sharp bone spurs protruded from under his exposed flesh. In the end, his entire body was covered with alien blades.

"not good!"

Seeing that Ichiro was about to be stabbed through and didn't run away, Yayoi cursed Ichiro for being a fool and then appeared behind him, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back.

"Let go! Don't want the knife!"

After forcibly activating the Crimson Blade, Ichiro was momentarily exhausted and unable to dodge in time. Just when he thought he was going to die there, he was startled by Yayoi's shout and let go of her hand.

Yayoi, holding the person, touched the ground with her toes and dashed backward like lightning.

On the other side, Sanemi reacted quickly. Seeing that things were not going well, he picked up Muichiro in front of Kokushibo and rolled to the side, barely avoiding a row of blades sweeping towards him.

Kaigaku didn't need any prompting. The suicidal Kaigaku saw that things were not going well, so he twisted his foot and darted far away. His mastery of Thunder Breathing had paid off.

Just as the group retreated to the edge of the dojo, Kokushibo behind them completed his transformation.

Its body nearly doubled in size, and a hideous head covered with eyes and horns grew from its neck, completely obliterating any trace of its handsome human appearance.

Countless blades of varying lengths sprouted from his flesh and blood, trembling slightly and humming with his movements.

"Holy crap, is this really Kokushibo's true form?"

Yayoi tossed Ichiro, whom she was holding, against the wall, gripped her Nichirin Blade, and returned to the battlefield.

Yuchiro wanted to keep up with his master, but after taking only two steps, he was kicked in the butt by Yayoi.

"You're just jumping in here for no reason, don't you want your other arm too?!"

Ichiro didn't dare to follow any further and huddled on the edge of the dojo with the perceptive Muichiro, becoming cheerleaders.

"Brother, why does the god only kick you? It's so unfair."

"...First of all, I don't think this is a good thing."

"Secondly, don't tell anyone, especially not Inosuke and Zenitsu." Yuichiro earnestly pleaded with his gossipy younger brother.

"Oh."

On the other side, Yayoi was startled when she saw Kokushibo's face clearly.

"It looks really bad."

"After living for hundreds of years, you've turned yourself into this grotesque mess, don't you feel ashamed?"

Kokushibo sacrificed his good looks and became stronger.

The sword techniques of Moon Breathing are several times more ferocious than before, with countless moon blades pouring down like a torrential rain, covering an area so large that it is almost impossible to avoid.

While Yayoi parried with her sword, she also had to keep an eye on Sanemi, who was fighting like a madman.

This person seemed oblivious to pain, with seven or eight deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, yet he still charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

"Get lost!"

Yayoi dodged a crescent blade, then tackled Sanemi to the ground, pinning him down by the shoulder. "What if his guts spill out and disgust me?"

He pushed Sanemi towards the corner, and he was caught by Ichiro and Muichiro who were watching the battle.

"Come back after you've treated your wound."

Yayoi's voice came through the swirling blades of wind.

Sanemi gritted her teeth, looking at the several wounds on her body, yet she still stood at the front. In the end, she suppressed the urge to rush forward and quickly stopped her own bleeding.

There were only two people left on the field.

The battered and bruised Kaigaku, and Yayoi whose recovery speed was gradually falling behind Kokushibo's output.

Kokushibo was now completely enraged and determined to tear these people who had deceived him to pieces.

The mere allure of a master-disciple relationship could no longer sway Kokushibo in the slightest.

If this continues, we'll eventually be worn down and die here.

Yayoi gritted her teeth and blocked the heavy blow, her arm trembling from the impact, her mind racing.

Since the bond between master and disciple isn't working... let's try a different approach.

Have it.

A glint of light flashed in Yayoi's eyes. She stopped dodging and instead took two steps forward to face Kokushibo's blade.

The Blood Demon Art was activated at full power, and the root of his tongue felt like it was being burned.

"How pathetic, Konoe no Katsuyuki."

Kokushibo's sword-wielding motion suddenly stopped.

Ji Guoyan Sheng.

The name is so old that he himself has almost forgotten it.

Seeing Kokushibo pause, Yayoi knew that calling out Kokushibo's real name directly would be effective; the old man had a sense of shame.

He probably doesn't care if you curse Kokushibo, after all, compared to the treacherous and cunning Oni, he is already quite virtuous.

But... if I just insult him by his real human name, I don't believe he won't break down!

"Tsugikuni Kokushikatsu, how dare you call yourself a samurai when you look like neither human nor ghost?"

"Tsugukuni Kokushikatsu, what about your samurai dignity? Have you discarded it like a worn-out shoe?"

"When you choose to become a demon and rely on the demon's self-healing ability to avoid harm time and time again, you are no longer a proud samurai."

Yayoi's voice was calm and unhurried, each word precisely piercing Kokushibo's sore spot: "You pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship, yet you prolong your life through unorthodox methods; do you adhere to the way of the samurai? You are as cowardly as a mouse."

"No wonder he could never surpass your younger brother in his entire life."

"It's not that you lack talent, it's that you're willing to wallow in your obsession, living a life that's neither human nor ghost..."

"Shut up! I want you to shut up!!"

Kokushibo let out a furious roar, and his demonic aura surged instantly, sweeping towards Yayoi with a world-destroying momentum.

This strike unleashed his fury, moving at incredible speed.

Yayoi neither dodged nor retaliated.

He withstood the sword energy head-on, and his left shoulder to waist was almost severed.

Her clothes were stained red, but Yayoi seemed oblivious to the pain. As she waited for her wounds to heal, she raised her hand, palm facing Sanemi behind her.

As if by telepathy, Sanemi tossed his Nichirin Blade to Yayoi.

He caught the Nichirin Blade that Sanemi threw to him, held it horizontally in front of him, the smooth blade facing Kokushibo.

Unlike Yayoi's own Nichirin Blade with its inscriptions and uneven surface, or Kokushibo's long sword made of blood demon magic and covered in eyes.

Sanemi's blade is smooth and shiny, like a mirror.

Kokushibo's furious gaze swept across the blade, and then he froze on the spot.

The reflection in the blade was a distorted and ferocious face.

His body was covered in bone spurs and blades, and he was huge and ugly. Where was there any trace of the spirit of a samurai, or the dignity of a lord of the state?

How ugly it is...

Is this the monster I've become after pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship my whole life?

Is this really what I want?

A century-old obsession, a warrior's honor, crumbled the moment he saw his true self.

Kokushibo stood there blankly, his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment, even the ghostly aura around him seemed to dim.

His Dao heart was shattered.