Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

With the blade pointing diagonally at the ground and his body lowered, he resembled a cheetah poised to pounce.

It's like... a fox about to reveal its sharp teeth.

"Breathing of Color—"

Shirakawa Yu murmured, his voice icy cold.

"Second Form—"

His figure disappeared again.

No, it's not disappearing, it's moving at an extreme speed!

However, these rapid footsteps made no sound at all when they hit the ground.

His trajectory was no longer a straight line, but rather like a nimble fox darting through the forest, leaving behind trails of pink afterimages!

"——Fox Xing!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Shirakawa Yu had already appeared to the right of the Hand Demon.

The blade flashed upwards like pink lightning!

The target wasn't the neck or the head, but rather the several thick, waving arms on the right side of the Hand Demon's torso!

"Pfft!!!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, accompanied by the hand demon's sudden, pained roar, exploded simultaneously!

Four arms, thicker than a boy's waist, were severed at the root!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, the severed arm arced through the air, crashed heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then slowly began to turn into black ash.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The Hand Demon let out a shrill scream, its massive body shaking violently from the intense pain, and its remaining arm frantically reached out to grab Shirakawa Yu on the right.

How dare you!!!

Suddenly, the hand ghost froze.

To his right, Shirakawa Yu's figure was no longer there; only a pink afterimage remained.

The next second, the blade flashed again!

Before he knew it, Shirakawa Yu had circled around from his right rear to his left front!

The purplish-pink blade sliced ​​through the hand demon's torso, and three more arms were severed in response!

"Damn it! Damn it!!!" Hand Ghost was completely enraged amidst the excruciating pain.

He no longer cared how alluring Bai Chuanyu's scent was; at this moment, all he wanted to do was swat the fly buzzing around him.

However, Shirakawa Yu disappeared on the left side again.

The Hand Demon roared, its arms growing back, "Run! Let's see how fast you can run!!!"

It waved all its arms wildly, swatting at everything in its path like swatting flies.

Thick trees were easily snapped in half, and the ground was smashed into deep craters, with dust flying everywhere.

Since we can't see it or find it, we should attack it from all sides.

His idea was simple, but correct.

Tanjiro, who was not allowed to enter the battlefield, gripped the sword his master had given him tightly, the hilt of which was covered in fine sweat.

However, even the most correct idea needs to be supported by strength.

Faced with overwhelming attacks, Shirakawa Yu seemed to have truly transformed into a nimble fox, always managing to slip lightly through the gaps in the arms.

Each appearance was accompanied by a precise flash of light, and the separation of another part of the Hand Demon's limbs.

Four arms to the left rear.

Right shoulder blade, three arms.

Two defensive midfielders!

Left and right main arms...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The hand ghost's screams echoed through the mountains and forests, clearly tinged with fear.

"Get out here right now!!!"

It has never encountered such an opponent before!

Instead of attacking vital organs, we simply cut off its limbs again and again!

He is... dismembering himself!!!

However, Shirakawa Yu ignored the furious roar.

When he reappeared beside the Hand Demon, the long sword in his hand was now used for a horizontal slash.

But... the target is still not the neck.

Instead, it was the Hand Demon's four thighs, which were comparable to the torsos of an adult.

One!

Two!!

Three! ! !

How fast were the Hand Demon's four legs dismembered...?

It was so fast that it didn't even need to maintain its balance. As its four legs left its body with a scream, it crashed heavily to the ground like a mountain of flesh.

"Who...who exactly are you?!"

This little devil was really going crazy. It was growing arms like crazy and attacking wildly while roaring, "You didn't come here for the selection. They don't have your strength!"

Shirakawa Yu stopped briefly, standing on a tree stump ten meters away from the Hand Demon.

He was breathing slightly, but his eyes remained as cold as iron.

The purple-pink light on the mako knife in his hand grew even brighter.

The mournful cries have ceased; only excitement remains.

He looked down at the slightly trembling blade and whispered in a voice only he could hear.

"Makomo, don't rush."

"This is just the beginning."

He raised his head and looked at the Hand Demon, whose face was contorted with anger and fear, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"You ask who I am?"

A mountain breeze blew past Shirakawa Yu's waist, causing a fox mask painted with small flowers to flutter and face the Hand Demon.

“I am just another disciple of Urokodaki Sakonji.”

"This mask!" Hand Ghost exclaimed, his eyes wide. "I saw..."

Before the Hand Demon could even react in horror, Shirakawa Yu assumed a fighting stance once more.

"Color Breathing - Second Form - Fox Walk!"

The pink phantom reappeared beside the Hand Demon.

Trim his newly grown arms again.

kill?

Not urgent!

One stab and he'd be dead; that's too easy for him.

If he were to die like this, how would Makomo vent the pain of having her limbs torn off?

Who will bear the despair of the rabbit being swallowed and chewed?

Who can understand the grief of a master who hears the news of the deaths of his apprentices whom he raised with his own hands?

"You can heal yourself, right? Keep going!!! Don't stop!!!"

Shirakawa Yu's roar and the sound of three arms falling off reached the Hand Demon's ears together.

"Ow!!!"

"Didn't you want to hold your brother's hand? Where's your hand? Grow it back!!!"

The Hand Demon's body crashed to the ground, and his four newly grown legs were all severed once again.

"I'd like to see just how many hands you can grow!!!"

The newly grown hand flew into the air once more.

The hand ghost transformed into a giant human stick, standing in place, howling desperately.

The arm grew too long and got cut off!

Legs and feet were growing, then cut off!

Bai Chuanyu was like a meat grinder, swirling and crushing around him!

"Scream! Scream with even more desperation, scream louder! Scream so loudly that the entire Sagiri Mountain can hear you!!!"

Shirakawa Yu's face gradually contorted into a ferocious expression, enveloped in pink flames, making him resemble a vengeful ghost!

He didn't use any other moves.

This is the only trick!

Fox travels.

Only by using the fox-like movements that Makomo brought him can the hatred in his heart be extinguished!

【Name: Urokodaki Makomo (Sword Spirit)】

[Strength Rating: Ding]

[Potential Rating: High (Can trigger three levels of analysis)]