Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Chapter 219 Killing the Master to Prove the Dao

Good junior brother, now's the time!

Yayoi gave Kaigaku a wink.

Kaigaku understood immediately, held his breath, and silently circled around to Kokushibo's back.

"If you don't grip the knife until it's red today, I'll make sure you regret it later."

Yayoi's eerie voice drifted into my ears on the wind, a blatant threat of death.

Kaigaku shuddered.

If the sword doesn't turn red, my senior sister will kill me. If the sword doesn't turn red, my senior sister will kill me...

The phrase kept repeating in Kaigaku's mind. All the grip strength he had developed over the years in Momoyama, under his senior sister's watchful eye, was now unleashed.

The method of Thunder Breathing was activated to its fullest extent within the body.

Hold on tighter!

finally--

A soft "humming" sound.

The Nichirin Blade is entirely crimson, so bright and hot it's almost blinding.

Kaigaku roared and slashed down with all his might.

The crimson blade, carrying a scorching heat, sliced ​​through Kokushibo's neck.

"Pfft-"

The grotesque head rolled off again.

This time, the granulation tissue at the cut writhed wildly for a long time, but it still failed to grow a new head.

Kokushibo's massive body swayed, the blades on his body shattered inch by inch, and his flesh and blood gradually turned into ashes.

Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, has fallen.

Just a second before his head completely dissipated, he seemed to see a tiny Yoriichi smiling and calling him "brother".

"If my elder brother is to become the strongest warrior, then I will become the second strongest."

"Yoriichi is willing to follow his elder brother forever."

It turns out... after a lifetime of pursuing transcendence, in the end, I even lost myself.

A gust of wind, and it vanished into thin air.

The kendo dojo finally quieted down.

Only the heavy breathing of a few people remained.

Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her head.

It felt like countless needles were pricking me, or like something had broken free of its restraints; large swaths of familiar images flooded my mind.

On Mount Momo, Kuwajima Jigoro, his face ashen, would always hit her on the head with his cane, scolding her as a "wild girl with no manners"; Kaigaku, whom her master had just taken in, looked at her warily, but later often followed behind her; Zenitsu, whom she had taken in, would always cry and cling to her leg, refusing to practice swordsmanship no matter what; and then there were those unforgettable companions, and many other experiences.

Later, after finishing her mission in the entertainment district, she encountered Kokushibo, was forcibly turned into a demon, and had her memories gradually erased. When she woke up, she had become "Tamamo-no-Mae".

All the erased memories returned to their rightful place the moment Kokushibo died.

"Uh……"

Yayoi was in so much pain that she knelt on one knee, curled up in front of her head, and her whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

"Yayoi!"

Sanemi, who had just hastily stitched up the wound on her stomach, suddenly narrowed her eyes and rushed over like a madwoman. She squatted down next to Yayoi, wanting to touch her but not daring to, and could only helplessly watch her suffer.

"grass!"

"You son of a bitch, Kokushibo!"

"He's a damn human trafficker! Damn it!"

It took a long time for the excruciating pain to gradually subside.

Yayoi, supporting herself with her sword, slowly raised her head, her face pale. She opened her mouth and hurled a string of profanities at Kokushibo, cursing him even more swearingly and fluently than when she was Tamamo-no-Mae.

"Senior sister...you remember everything?"

Kaigaku leaned closer and asked cautiously.

Yayoi didn't say anything. She first handed the Nichirin Blade back to Sanemi, and then slowly stood up, supporting herself with her Nichirin Blade.

Looking at Kaigaku, who was squatting to the side with a guilty look on his face, he kicked him.

"Now it's my turn to deal with you!"

"I told you not to tell the old man, don't tell the old man!"

"You chatterbox, you just have to keep babbling in front of the old man!"

"What, you're tired of living? Trying to cut in line to be reincarnated?"

"Senior sister, I was wrong!"

Kaigaku knelt down with a "plop" and accepted the punishment with his hands on his head. His actions were so practiced that they were heartbreaking.

"What...what happened?"

Sanemi was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

"The night before last, that bastard sent the Nichirin Blade he brought back from Momoyama to the red-light district."

As Yayoi spoke, she raised the knife in her hand and turned the blade over to show Sanemi.

The shape of the blade is almost identical to that of the one used by Tamamo-no-Mae, and even the position of the engraving is exactly the same, which shows how well the person who prepared this knife understood Yayoi's preferences.

The only difference is the content of the inscription, which is different from the knife used by Tamamo-no-Mae.

"The Ultimate Sword of the Super Invincible Sailor Moon, Yayoi Kuwashima"

"..."

Sanemi stared at the line of text, his lips twitching wildly, and he struggled to suppress his laughter.

"That old man prepared it for me a long time ago, I guess he modified his old buddy." Yayoi became more and more angry as she spoke. "He never gave it to me, I really don't know what he was thinking! Did he want to wait until I died to bury it with me in my grave?"

Kaiyue touched his nose guiltily.

Actually... this knife was indeed dug out of an empty grave by Kuwashima Jigoro.

But with some polishing, it becomes a good knife again.

"I'll deal with you when we get back, you two-faced bastard."

Mi was furious and kicked Kaigaku again.

Kaigaku secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't get killed on the spot, the probability of being killed afterwards is greatly reduced, lucky you!

"The Upper Moons are mostly dead, now it's time to deal with Muzan."

Yayoi stretched her shoulders; the wounds on her body were slowly healing.

He turned and walked out, but after taking only two steps, he saw Muichiro obediently raise his hand.

"My Lord God, my brother and I are out of Nichirin Blades. Should we go back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters to get them?"

"..."

Yayoi stared at Muichiro for a few seconds, making sure the unfortunate kid wasn't joking, and sighed helplessly, "I told you before to put a few spare Nichirin Blades in your camp, did you do that?"

"Release him! Release him!" Muichiro nodded vigorously.

Yayoi silently called out to Nakime in her mind.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a clear, crisp sound of a biwa (Chinese lute), several gleaming Nichirin swords fell to the ground with a clatter, along with a man wearing a fire-man mask.

"Where...where am I?!"

Tetsuya Moriko looked left and right in horror, still clutching a hammer in his hand.

"This is the lair of the demons, Mr. Tetsuya Mori," Muichiro, who was squatting to the side, kindly explained.

Tetsuya Mori: "..."

With a "crack," the person passed out straight away.

"Eh? Mr. Tetsuya Mori, you can't sleep here."

"Stop shaking him, he's passed out." Kaigaku helplessly pulled Muichiro up.

"Just leave him here." Yayoi kicked the unconscious Tetsuya Mori. "No ghost dares to come near here. In Infinity Castle, this is an absolutely safe place."

The Tokito brothers quickly picked up their respective Nichirin Blades and felt much more at ease once they held them in their hands.

After resting for a while, the group continued towards the core area where Muzan was located.

The further you go in, the stronger the sense of oppression becomes.

Yayoi, finding it in the way, simply tore off the wide sleeves that were soaked in blood.

It's so heavy, it slows down my sword swings.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package wrapped in oil paper.

"What is this?" Sanemi asked, leaning closer.

"That red-haired goose gave it to me. He came to Yoshiwara with Kaigaku the day before yesterday to stroll through the geisha district," Yayoi said casually.

"Tanjiro?"

"Ah."

Chapter 220 At such a young age, he's already learning to stroll through the flower market like an adult. What a fine lad!

"Water Breathing - Fourth Form - Tide Surge!"