Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 130 – The Red Broken Sword
Whoa-!
"Snow?"

Yiwozuo stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, he squinted his eyes, and looked suspiciously at the white mist blowing from the front.

In the mist, there are cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky.

The crystal pink petals radiated light, passed through the covered fingers in front of her, fell slightly, and floated to rest on the tip of Yi Wo Zuo's nose.

No, it's... cherry blossoms?
He stared at the petals, his expression gradually puzzled:

"what happened…!"

Yiwozuo looked around in surprise and took two steps back.

The night sky city just now, and even Tanjuro and another monk who were approaching him.

All disappeared without a trace.

He turned his head and glanced at his right arm.

Just now it seemed that someone was holding me back, preventing me from moving forward.

but now.

into the purpose.

Just endless mist.

And in the distance of the mist, there is a huge black shadow, curled up and prostrate on the ground, like a mountain top.

Hallucination?Vampire magic?

Yi Wozuo came back to his senses, he frowned, snorted, and looked around dissatisfied.

Whatever you are!
"Don't play tricks on me!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted:

"——My battle has just begun!!"

"wake up!!"

Shouting, he suddenly raised his fisted hand.

puff!

He slammed his fist into his temple from the side like a piercing force, causing blood to splash everywhere.

Dark red blood stained his eyeballs, and veins bulged on his forehead.

At the same time, he kept looking around, expecting some changes in his surroundings.

But even after the fist was tossed in his mind for a long time, the scene in front of him did not dissipate.

--how come…

Letting go of the blood-soaked hand, Yiwozuo's head quickly regenerated and returned to its original appearance.

The compass needle under his feet is still open, and he still doesn't feel any fighting spirit here.

"Could it be..."

After observing for a while, Yiwozuo, who couldn't find anything, hung down his blood-stained hands in a daze:

"This is... the highest realm...?"

Clenching his fists, he was extremely puzzled.

Yes, the moment before he entered here, he definitely entered the realm he had been pursuing for hundreds of years.

The perception of the whole body has never been enlarged, even surpassing the perception brought by the compass needle.

At that moment, he looked up at Tanjuro, and then...

entered here.

Yi Wozuo stroked his inner thoughts.

but--

He looked at the scene around him, and it was completely different from what he had vaguely felt, and it was even irrelevant.

At this time.

creak...

Not far away, the huge black shadow seemed to move slowly.

The sound of rotten wood moving slowly came.

But it seems that the supporting force is not enough.

boom! !

The body sank suddenly, and the turbulent mist blew a gust of wind in this direction.

"Who!"

Yiwozuo was alert for an instant, he clenched his fists, stepped back, and faced forward in a destructive posture.

I held my breath and waited for a while, only to find that there was no movement ahead.

He frowned slightly.

Being so passive has never been his style.

and so.

[Destroy Kill Empty Style]!
He clenched his fists tightly, pouring energy into them, and the blue energy gathered suddenly!
Swing through with a punch!
boom!boom!
The two bursts of compressed air immediately broke through the mist, forming two obvious traces.

The blown mist engulfed traces of empty advance.

The mist swept and spread to both sides, suddenly revealing the huge thing hidden behind it.

boom! !

Suddenly, a golden thunder descended behind it, and for a flickering moment, it illuminated everything around.

The appearance of that thing was gradually reflected in the mirror-like golden eyes of Yiwo Zuo.

He froze for a moment, froze in place, slightly loosened his clenched hands and lowered them.

"This is…"

Mouth softly:

"…what?"

The pupils trembled slightly.

Yi Wozuo raised his head, barely able to summarize the entire appearance of the creature into his field of vision.

before.

It was a shriveled mountain, towering into a huge mountain, but the roots of the body seemed shriveled.

--"dragon".

Its deformed claws hung limply, black and rotting and quivering.

The reason why there is doubt is because it does not look like a simple dragon.

The roots firmly rooted in the ground under the body are intricately intertwined, like the meridians of trees.

It was as pale and rotten as dead wood, gray veins spread and clung to the long body, and the roots of the tree beneath it shrank like a horned dragon.

Loose petals of cherry blossoms are falling continuously from the roots of the trees below them.

——A dragon with cherry blossoms growing on it.

Yiwozuo was stunned until his eyes fell on him.

The dragon hung down, closed its eyes, and curled up on its head in the middle of its body.

Yinglong's curled paws were clenched tightly on a huge "seven-branched knife" that exuded green light, supporting its heavy head.

Look up along the seven knives.

Yinglong tightly closed his shriveled eyelids.

——A tachi with a broken blade overflowing with red blood was inserted into it.

The simple blade and the exposed, pitted blade full of blood and rust seemed to tell the story of its past.

The long and unhealed scar under Yinglong's eyelids seemed to be caused by this knife.

Yiwozuo observed for a long time. He stood there for a long time, his eyebrows trembling, and his eyes stared at Yinglong in disbelief.

He was as small as him, at best the size of an eyeball of the dragon in front of him.

His gaze stayed on the tachi behind Sakuraryu's eyes.

"...Has anyone defeated something like this?"

Yiwozuo's eyes were filled with an emotion called confusion:

"Ghost? Human?"

This does not belong to the category of martial arts at all.

What happened tonight shocked him too much.

Whether it is seeing two humans who have reached the highest realm with their own eyes.

Still witnessing the defeated "dragon" in front of him.

Everything breaks through the worldview he is familiar with.

Yiwozuo was stunned.

The thoughts in my heart were already in chaos.

The hanging palm was unconsciously clenched tightly, turning white.

……

……

for a long time.

"...So that's how it is...No."

Yi Wozuo was talking to himself, shaking his head on the spot, his tone changed from fast to slow:
"It must be so."

"I understand."

He pondered for a long time, then slowly raised his head, the confusion disappeared, replaced by the excited eyes before.

About why I suddenly appeared here.

Yiwozuo got his own answer.

He looked at Yinglong, who was huge but had his eyes pierced by a knife.

——Probably, everyone who reaches the highest realm will see something like this!

The so-called [Supreme Realm] is just what I think is the limit of martial arts.

He previously believed that as long as he reached this realm, he would be able to stand at the pinnacle of everything.

But not so.

——This scene in front of me.

He raised his head and looked at Yinglong with firm eyes. ——It is a direct reminder of the insignificance of oneself from the heart.

It was equivalent to waking myself up with a painful punch!

because…

creak...

Yi Wozuo clenched his fists tightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, his bluish-white back looked like a drop in the ocean under the huge cherry dragon.

Bright eyes.

He stretched out his arms suddenly, as if he had opened his arms and thought clearly.

——Martial arts, there is no end!
After the highest realm, still have to keep climbing!Get stronger!

"Ha ha!"

After thinking about it, Yiwozuo felt that he was extremely open-minded at this moment.

I looked around and found that there was still no way out:

"It's already like this, is this illusion still not dissipated?"

Yiwozuo said to himself, he had defined this place as a fantasy that tests his heart.

Turning his head, he looked at Yinglong who was not far away.

tread.

He walked forward with leaps and bounds, and reached the vicinity of Yinglong in a few clicks.

Yiwozuo moved forward along the seven-branched knife with the blade as a road, and finally came to Yinglong's head.

pat.

Yiwozuo put his palms on Yinglong's eyelids curiously.

"Roar..." Waves of low roars came from deep in the throat of Zishou Mingyinglong, and the feeling of vibration spread to the palm of Yiwozuo's hand.

!

"Still alive?!" Yiwozuo was so frightened that he retracted his palms and looked in surprise.

Subconsciously relying on fighting spirit, he also thought that Yinglong, who had no fighting spirit, had already died.

But it seemed too weak, Yinglong trembled his eyelids slightly, threatening the approaching Yiwozuo.

After taking a step back, he saw that the surrounding scene remained unchanged.

He once again focused his gaze on the red sword thrust diagonally under Yinglong's eyes.

I don't know why, but Yiwozu hates anything related to "swords" and "knives" from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, if the person holding the knife is strong enough, he will still put aside his dislike of the knife and appreciate the other person.

Therefore, Yiwozuo has avoided direct contact with this knife from now on.

"...This is probably the key to get out."

Yiwozuo stared at the black handle of the sword, and the pitted marks on it were shocking.

What kind of swordsman would own such a sword...

Frowning, he held out his hand.

pat.

He slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

The arm was tense, just about to pull it out from the bottom of Yinglong's eyes.

next moment.

Swish!
The bright red breath immediately entangled Yiwozuo's palm, and continued to spread and climb!
"What?!" Yi Wozuo's pupils shrank, and he looked at his arm holding the handle of the knife, his scalp numb instantly.

I wanted to withdraw my arm, but...

creak-

The arm, which was still muscular and strong just now, is shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye!

He looked at the red sword in astonishment.

——This knife is absorbing its own life force!

As a ghost, he is even the second one.

The speed of body regeneration cannot even keep up with the speed of absorption of this knife!

The loss of vitality is real, and Yiwo Zodiac signs can clearly feel that they are becoming weaker!
Isn't this a fantasy? !

Various thoughts flashed through my mind.

Caught off guard, in an instant, Yi Wozuo's entire right arm, connected to the position close to his chest, shriveled extremely quickly!
He leaned back and glanced at his right hand, which had turned into bones.

Grit your teeth.

[Destruction kill]!
Clenching his left fist tightly, the remaining strength was poured into his fist.

boom! !

He slammed into the right half of his body!
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, Yiwozuo's body suddenly lightened as he struggled to free himself.

After staggering, he leaned back and sat paralyzed on the body of the seven knives, looking in shock at the red katana that could not be pulled out.

The bone of the right arm dangled from the handle of the Taidao, and it was slowly turning into powder from the tail, blowing away with the wind.

After absorbing most of the vitality of Yiwozuo.

The broken Yinhong Taidao was still stuck in Yinglong's eyes, and there was no response.

It is worth noting that.

When the blood-red aura gradually withdrew from the white bones of Yiwozuo's right arm and attached to the blade of the sword.

Yinglong's eyelids trembled twice.

Two strands of blood immediately surged out from the blade and poured into Yinglong's body along the wounds under his eyes.

Too late to think.

"...Ho!" Yiwozuo suddenly covered his head with his remaining hand, bloodshot eyes bursting out of his blue sclera, and his pupils trembled.

There is something extra in my mind!
Gritting his teeth, his eye sockets trembled.

It was just now, from the tachi inserted at an angle.

What came—the picture!
Yiwozuo's eyes were in a trance.

in mind.

It was the back of a man leaping in mid-air.

Wearing shabby and numb clothes, he held a black sword high up, jumped high in mid-air, and caught the golden lightning with the knife.

And diagonally below the man's leaping figure, there is a Sakura Dragon that is much more energetic than it looks now, waving seven swords, opening its bloody mouth and roaring!
That figure leaping high in front of Yinglong!

He remembers!
Yiwozuo's pupils shrank.

Tanjuro's appearance gradually overlapped with the profile of this person in his mind.

His eyes widened, Yi Wo Zuo slowly released the hand covering his head, and he stared blankly at the tachi stuck diagonally in Yinglong's eyes.

At this moment, he found out.

My guess about this illusion just now seems to be wrong.

……

……

at the same time.

city ​​town.

The pale moonlight fell on the street.

Swish!Swish!
"Nan Wu...is this okay..."

Wailing the meteor hammer, Beimingyu was ready to fight at any time. He looked sideways at Tanjuro beside him:

"If we don't take the opportunity to kill him completely..."

Tanjuro didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

"Meow." Leaning on the shoulder, Chachawan, who was still in shock, was rubbing his head against Tanjuro, making a grunting sound.

After experiencing a series of life and death crises, Chachamaru's favorability towards Tanjuro has obviously improved a lot.

Even bigger than Yushiro.

now.

In front of the two of them.

Yi Wo Zuo stood there, his eyes wide open, half of his body was damaged and was gradually recovering.

just now.

The two sandwiched Yiwozuo in the middle of the street, and both sides thought that the war was about to break out.

Yiwozuo suddenly froze in place, and showed a series of abnormal movements.

Including but not limited to yelling, talking to himself, sudden self-mutilation, half of the body turning into ashes for no reason.

Tanjuro held the letter Chachamaru brought with both hands and glanced at it roughly.

When he saw [it varies from person to person] [hallucination], he decisively stopped Weimingyu who wanted to take the opportunity to kill Yiwozuo.

In Tanjuro's opinion.

The current Yiwozao is probably experiencing the "illusion" he once had when he was a human.

Then, the possibility of luring him to defect will rise sharply.

after all.

Tanjuro slowly took back the envelope and looked at Yiwoza who had a shocked expression in front of him.

——Komaji is a man who listens to his wife very much.

at the same time.

Yiwo sits next to him.

The phantom figure, which few people could see, was about to cry in anxiety.

"how come…"

The girl was wearing a pink kimono, lowered her head with tears in her eyes, and kept trying to hold Iwoza's arm.

But the illusory hands passed through Yiwozuo's real arm again and again.

With a crying tone in her tone, she stomped her feet anxiously:

"Obviously I caught it just now...!"

(End of this chapter)