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

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[Derivative Techniques: Breath of Color, Second Form, Fox Walk.]

This is the information after Makomo entered the Soul-Nourishing Sun Wheel Sword.

Enter, i.e., the third gear.

Although her amplification is not as strong as Nezuko's, she is the only one who can perfectly match Shirakawa Yu and unleash the full potential of the amplification.

Because she is in Shirakawa Yu's hands.

She will also be the one who accompanies Shirakawa Yu the longest in the future!

Although Makomo is not yet able to communicate with or appear because she has just entered the Nichirin Blade realm.

But when Shirakawa Yu gripped the hilt of the sword, a shared anger and hatred welled up within him.

No words are needed!

He must repay the hand demon with a hundredfold pain!

"Color Breathing - Second Form - Fox Walk - Chaos!"

Chapter 25 Torture the Killer Demon, and Make Him Pay a Hundredfold for His Pain!

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The sound of a blade cutting through flesh was as dense as a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

When Shirakawa Yu went completely mad, the Hand Demon let out the most shrill scream since the start of the war.

It frantically waved its remaining or newly grown arms, trying to scatter the pink phantoms, but it couldn't catch a glimpse of Shirakawa Yu's true form.

The blade flashed like a living pink fox, devouring its massive body with abandon!

"Slow! Too slow!! Faster!!! If this isn't enough for me to chop, my next strike will be your neck!!!"

"No!!! I was wrong!!! Forgive me!!!"

The screams of the Hand Demon echoed through the mountains and forests, like the wailing of a dying beast.

Its massive body trembled violently from the intense pain and the constant drain of its regenerative capacity.

In just three minutes, his originally bulky and enormous body had shrunk to one-third of its original size.

Dark blue blood seeped from the severed wound, and new granulation tissue writhed, trying to regrow the limb.

But every time it grows to its most tender and sensitive moment, it is cut off by Shirakawa Yu.

Because Shirakawa Yu discovered that this was the moment when the Hand Demon would be in the most pain!

"Continue!!! Continue!!!"

Seeing Shirakawa Yu's crazed attack, Tanjiro went from being on guard to sitting limply like a duck.

He stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded as Shirakawa Yu sliced ​​the Hand Demon thinner and thinner, layer by layer.

This is no longer killing ghosts, this is torture, execution, and slow slicing!

He had never seen his senior brother with such a crazy expression.

He thought... his senior brother liked to laugh.

Whether it's a wicked smile, a cold laugh, or a mocking laugh, he's always smiling.

But at this moment, he saw Shirakawa Yu, who was not smiling.

Okay... scary...

This agonizing ordeal of being stabbed repeatedly finally ended after five minutes.

Hand Ghost... no, let's just call him Ghost.

He no longer has hands; to be precise, his entire body, even his skin, is gone.

All that was left was a bloody, rotten lump of flesh.

"Why...why..." The originally cloudy yellow pupils were now just two dark, hollow cavities.

He couldn't even regenerate the eyes that Shirakawa Yu had gouged out.

All the energy he had accumulated over the decades was ruthlessly squeezed out of him, leaving not a single drop.

Bai Chuanyu stood beside him, gently flicking away the sticky black blood from the blade.

In the muddy, pit-filled open space, only he and Makomoto remained clean.

"Why?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"To help you... atone for your sins~"

"Aren't you going to... thank me?"

"Pfft!"

The sharp knife pierced his body, the cold, stinging pain causing the Hand Ghost to scream wildly, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

After thanking it, its screams turned into sobs, filled with pleading, "Kill me! Please kill me!!!"

Shirakawa Yu lowered his head and looked at the mako in his hand.

On the blade, the purplish-pink light still flickered like breathing.

However, things have stabilized considerably.

The mushrooms are almost ready.

but......

I'm still really annoyed!

If it weren't for the Hand Demon, I would have had the chance to actually hold Makomo's hand and stroll together in the sunset.

She doesn't need to be surrounded by knives to be by my side!

Shirakawa Yu's swordsmanship became extremely refined, or rather... cruel.

He no longer pursued severing limbs, because the Hand Demon had nothing left to grow.

Instead, he used the tip of the knife to slowly... cut inwards along the edges of the wounds on the hand demon's body that had not yet fully healed.

The cold blade sliced ​​through the muscle and gently scraped the surface of the bone.

"Ahhh!!! Stop! Stop!!!"

The hand demon's screams had changed; they were a collapse that exceeded the limits of physical pain.

It writhed frantically, its mangled body seemingly trying to escape, but to no avail. It had no energy left to regenerate even a single tentacle.

They could only wail in agony, enduring this agonizing "operation."

One minute... two minutes...

It looked like the skeleton of the demon was about to be completely ripped open...

"Enough! Senior brother!"

Shirakawa Yu's hand was grabbed.

It's Tanjiro.

Although his face was pale and his whole body was trembling, his eyes were unusually firm.

He was afraid.

But it's not because I'm afraid of ghosts.

It's not that they're afraid of Shirakawa Yu!

He feared that Shirakawa Yu would become obsessed with hatred.

He feared his brother was going insane.

"Enough... Senior Brother... Kill him..."

Shirakawa Yu turned around and gave Tanjiro a half-smile.

Looking into his concerned eyes and listening to his almost pleading tone...

Just then, a sense of relief seemed to emanate from the mako in his hand.

Shirakawa Yu glanced at the hand demon separated from its flesh and bones, and slowly exhaled.

He moved his somewhat stiff facial expression and his hearty smile returned.

"Alright, I'll give my brother-in-law some face."

This time... Tanjiro didn't object at all. As long as Shirakawa Yu didn't get consumed by hatred... he had to respond if Shirakawa Yu called him son.

"You kill him!"

"Huh?!" Tanjiro was taken aback.

Shirakawa Yu shrugged. "I don't know Water Breathing."

Tanjiro pointed to himself, then to the rotten flesh, somewhat confused.

"He's already like this, and you still want to use breathing techniques?"

Shirakawa Yu smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I believe... Master would probably prefer it to die at the hands of the Water Breathing user..."

Tanjiro was stunned, and his eyes instantly reddened.

Senior brother, what is this...?

Should we help those children make up for their regrets?

Should I help my master... make amends for his mistake...?