Konoha's Mission Master

The Infinite Train sped away into the distance, but a few of the boys who had boarded the train were missing. Even the passengers on board were unaware that they had once come incredibly close to death.

This may be the destiny of the Demon Slayer Corps: to protect the light in the darkness, yet to hide themselves within the light; they are nameless heroes.

A thin mist spread outwards.

Once Yakumo confirmed the direction, the group began to run.

On a desolate plain, the Demon Slayer Corps encounters the Upper Moon crew.

Upper Moon One, Kokushibo.

The third upper moon, Akaza.

The two groups exchanged glances.

Kokushibo looked at the Demon Slayer Corps member who killed Doma with a slightly curious gaze. In the previous battle of the Blood Reversal, he had witnessed Doma's strength. Although he could not compare with him, he was still quite powerful. However, he was defeated by the boy carrying the sword box in front of him.

"A mysterious young man."

Yakumo was also observing Kokushibo. The enemy was slightly stronger than Doma, but not by much. The enemy was very likely Kokushibo, one of the Upper Moons, and Yakumo was certain that Kokushibo had extremely high skill in swordsmanship.

"The decaying swordsman."

The Nichirin Blade slowly slid out of the Glory Sword Case.

"The one with the knife is slightly stronger, I'll take him."

Yakumo was referring to Kokushibo, who had six eyes, extremely long black hair, wore a dark purple snake-patterned kimono, and held a strangely colored long sword that looked like it had countless eyes, which was at least ninety centimeters long.

"That one... is a bit weak when unarmed, so leave it to me!"

A hundred meters away, Akaza heard the sound and his face flushed with anger.

How could someone who prides himself on being strong allow such slander?

Kyojuro Rengoku drew his Nichirin Blade, and a wave of energy gathered around him. The weapon was the Nichirin Blade with "Demon Slayer" engraved on the side of the blade.

Its blade guard is flame-shaped, pointing directly at the base of the zither.

The two attacked at the same moment and quickly became entangled in combat.

After observing for a few seconds, Yakumo realized that Kyojuro and the enemy were basically evenly matched, so he turned his gaze to Kokushibo.

"Are you the Demon King, Kibutsuji Muzan?"

"I am not that person."

Kokushibo, being an honest man, answered very directly.

The three little ones began to support Kyojuro from the sidelines.

Akaza remains completely at ease.

"Then... I'll go."

In a flash, the distance of nearly a hundred meters was covered. Yakumo swung his crimson Nichirin Blade and slashed at Kokushibo. When the latter saw the crimson, flame-burning twin blades, the disdain on the corner of his mouth quickly disappeared.

After the Warring States period, he saw the Crimson Blade again.

"—The power of ten thousand jun (a unit of weight)."

Only when one's grip strength reaches the level of ten thousand jun can one awaken the Crimson Blade. What's even more terrifying is that an enemy can enter the Crimson Blade state with just one hand. This monstrous strength has already surpassed Kokushibo's imagination.

He couldn't help but think of his younger brother, whom he both loved and hated... the person with whom he had been entangled for countless years.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni seemed to have detached himself from the long river of history and merged with the figure of the person in front of him.

In an instant, Kokushibo was completely freed.

As the Void Crying God departed, the weapon forged from the flesh and bones of the Black Death Beggar gradually began to mutate and split... like branches growing from a tree trunk. The originally closed pupils on the blade opened at the same moment, and the blade revealed a strong bloody smell. This was a murder weapon honed to perfection.

At the same time, dense blood vessels spread outwards.

"A transparent world".

In Kokushibo's eyes, the world quickly turned into only black and white. His eyes locked onto Yakumo, and through the movement of Yakumo's muscles, he successfully predicted the opponent's attack pattern.

With a swing of the weapon, an enormous crescent moon spread outwards.

"Breathing of the Moon - Eighth Form - Moon Dragon Tail!"

The earth was instantly cleaved open, and countless moonbeams scattered and crashed about. Akaza and Rengoku Kyojuro exchanged a glance, and the two began to move to a greater distance in perfect unison.

A massive crescent moon swept across everything in front of it.

"Fleeting Light".

Golden light rippled, and the crescent moon shattered.

The enormous crescent moon was completely severed in the middle.

Clang! The three weapons collided.

No sparks were visible, yet the splashing sound was still as loud as thunder.

The illusory crying god was instantly severed.

Kokushibo leaped back several steps, and the weapon in his hand instantly reformed, returning to its ferocious and terrifying form.

But he dared not launch an attack rashly.

After a brief clash, Kokushibo began to adopt a defensive stance.

Indeed, thanks to his Transparent World, Kokushibo can monitor all of his enemies' offensive and defensive actions.

Unfortunately... his reaction speed was no match for his enemy's. This unpredictable and deadly attack reminded him of... Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Kokushibo's upper body was completely shredded, and sharp blades began to grow outward from his elbows, chest, and joints. The blood vessels on his body gradually became denser, and he began to transform into a monster. Only ferocious rage remained in his eyes.

"After you die, I will not allow anyone in this world to be like you!!"

As the Void Crying God moved to Pingju, Black Death Beg began to prepare for an attack.

“Wei Kingdom”.

Yakumo, however, struck first.

While running...

The cracks on the Nichirin Blade in his hand gradually widened.

The weapon's durability has finally reached its limit.

"Breathing of the Moon, Sixteenth Form, Moonbow, Lonely Moon".

Several giant crescent moons fell from the sky and shattered the earth.

At the same time, countless crescent-shaped blades crashed down, and the surroundings were instantly filled with Kokushibo's deadly slashes, with countless streams of moonlight rushing down like a torrent.

The sky and the earth were sealed off, leaving no safe place to land in the surrounding area.

Unless... you defeat the enemy with force.

Kokushibo discovered the situation with Yakumo's weapon. The purpose of this move was not to kill the enemy, but to destroy the weapon in Yakumo's hand as much as possible.

Yakumo glanced at the weapon in his hand and ultimately retreated several steps.

He also understood Kokushibo's plan.

At the same time, he put the severely damaged Nichirin sword back into its sheath.

The demon-subduing object slipped into his hand.

Round two begins.

Clang! The two men clashed weapons and began to slash at each other.

Yakumo completely overwhelmed Kokushibo simply by using his sword techniques. Most importantly, Kyokushin was unable to stop Fuma's blade and was cut in half several times during the battle.

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Chapter 216 The Fall of Kokushibo and Akaza

The desolate plains were filled with swirling yellow sand and devastation.

The crescent-shaped blade of energy ruthlessly sliced ​​through the earth.

At the heart of the battle, Yakumo and Kokushibo roared as they brandished their blades. The Hollow Cry was broken time and again, only to heal rapidly. Even the sharp blades growing on his body were broken by Yakumo several times.

Kokushibo launched a frenzied attack on Yakumo, but whenever he saw Yakumo's calm and collected eyes, a burning anger would rise in his heart, eventually transforming into a roaring blade.

After becoming a demon, he sparred with swordsmen countless times, just to find the shadow of Yoriichi Tsugikuni. But when someone actually possessed the shadow of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, he desperately denied his existence and erased that remaining shadow.

"You are not him! You don't deserve to be like him!"

Kokushibo continued his attack, while Yakumo used Fuma to create an absolute defensive barrier. The battle between the two had reached its final stage.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, you're not him!"

Kokushibo roared once more, and as the attack progressed, the blood in his body began to flow at high speed, gradually regaining the feeling of fighting as a human. Hollow Cry God left layers of afterimages in mid-air.

The markings extending from the forehead to the neck burned like fire.

"Breathing of the Moon - Fourteenth Form - Calamity - Full Moon!"

Kokushibo wielded the evolved Hollow Cry God, its massive crescent-shaped blade aura filling the entire surrounding space, seemingly intent on destroying everything around it, while crescent-shaped blade auras continued to expand.

Exhaustive splendor.

The pale purple blade energy constantly appeared and disappeared, like countless crescent moons descending from the sky, forming a magnificent and dazzling scene.

Yakumo Fuma parried the barrage of sword energy from the sky, but it had not yet subsided.

Kokushibo made another move.

"Breathing of the Moon, Sixteenth Form, Moonbow, Lonely Moon".

Countless giant crescent-shaped blades of energy fell from the sky, slicing through the entire earth. At the same time, even more crescent-shaped blades of energy slashed at everything around them. The two attacks began to merge, giving birth to an ultimate slash that could destroy everything.

Click... a sound.

The Nichirin Blade in Yakumo's hand shattered.

The prismatic blades flew everywhere.

Yakumo used half of his Nichirin Blade and Fuma to form the strongest defense, while rushing towards Kokushibo's face and slashing down with Fuma.