Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

Almost at the moment when Yuko lost strength, Kokushibo, who still had the Sun Blade hanging on his neck, pulled away and retreated quickly.

His eyes were wide open, veins on his cheeks and neck bulged, and he pulled the Sun Blade out of his neck.

With two-thirds of his neck cut off, his head was almost hanging on his head.

Kokushibo held his head with one hand, breathing heavily, just a little bit short, if he was two seconds slower, he would have died.

He was caught off guard by the sudden sword shape.

The combination of Snow Breathing and Sun Breathing, whether it is the hand-raising style or the operation of the lungs, the front-end mobilization is almost exactly the same.

There is indeed a relationship of reference and improvement between breathing methods, but no one has ever been able to mix various breathing methods together.

The previous type is still this breathing method, but the next type changes into another breathing method.

The change of breathing method is extremely demanding. There are swordsmen who have mastered several breathing methods in the Demon Slayer Corps, but even Kokushibo himself cannot change the breathing method at will in battle.

This is not a problem of skills, but a special physique.

In the entire Demon Slayer Corps, only Yuko has this talent.

Even the most special Sun Breathing, Yuko can barely use it, and the door to other breathing methods is open to her.

It took Kokushibo three years to master all breathing methods including Sun and Moon Breathing. This talent was subconsciously ignored by him.

Because in his eyes, only the Sun Breathing used by Yuichiro is worth paying attention to, but Yuko refreshes his cognition again and again.

If Yuichiro has been far ahead from the beginning, then Yuko is when you don't care about her, she follows you obediently, and when you suddenly remember to pay attention to her, you find that she has inexplicably walked ahead of you.

The burning sensation of the red sword made his neck almost unable to regenerate, but fortunately the burning sensation was gradually dissipating.

Kokushibo angrily cut off Yuko's Nichirin Sword.

The ownerless Nichirin Sword was just a piece of scrap metal after all.

The skin and flesh on Kokushibo's neck were slowly creeping and healing. He held the Demon Blade, which was also slowly recovering and extending, and walked slowly towards Yuko.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

Yuko knelt on the ground in embarrassment, vomiting turbid blood from her mouth. Her vision became blurred, her ears were buzzing, and her brain was almost blank.

It's no good... My body has reached its limit.

A pair of blurry feet appeared in front of her.

Sure enough, they didn't cut it off...

As soon as the thought came to Yuko's mind, the owner of the feet bent down and grabbed her neck, lifting her up.

Yuko subconsciously stretched out her hands to grab Kokushibo's arms, as if she wanted to make her breathing easier.

She could no longer see the face of the person in front of her, but just struggled unconsciously.

"Cough..." Blood dripped down the crowded throat and the corners of the mouth onto Kokushibo's fingers.

The weak hands were almost just on his arms. Seeing the weak and bloody Yuko, the anger in Kokushibo's eyes did not dissipate.

He exerted a little force with his five fingers, and Yuko was like a dying goldfish in the water, with blood foam constantly overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

In a trance, it seemed that a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

'Brother, you don't have to prove it to anyone. I have always been proud of you. '

Kokushibo's fingers subconsciously relaxed a lot...

"Let go of Miss Yuko!"

A sharp shout suddenly sounded from the side, and Kokushibo turned his head to see that the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps who had just escaped was angrily holding up the Sun Wheel Sword and rushing towards him.

Kokushibo, who mastered the transparent world, instantly saw the fact that Namiko was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and the other party's method of using shouting to cover up fear did not work.

Namiko sent away the crow that delivered the message. Thinking that Miss Yuko was still facing the evil spirit, she suppressed her fear and turned back.

Perhaps Miss Yuko had defeated the evil spirit.

She prayed like this.

But when she stepped into the door, she only saw the scene of Miss Yuko being eaten by the evil spirit.

Facing this terrifying evil spirit that was 1.9 meters tall, all the cells in Namiko's body sounded the alarm, as if constantly urging her.

Run away!

Run away!

That's not an enemy you can deal with.

Miss Yuko won't blame you even if you run away.

But she couldn't do it. It was obviously her mission, but she had to let Miss Yuko bear the consequences. What kind of thing is this?

Yuko, who was in a trance, also heard the sharp shout and twisted her head with difficulty.

A vague figure rushed over with a knife. She opened her mouth and only made a sound as thin as a mosquito.

"Run away..."

Yuko had never felt so uncomfortable before. Her whole body felt like it was filled with lead, as if no part of it belonged to her. Her consciousness was also fading.

Kokushibo stood there calmly, as the distance got closer, Namiko felt a glimmer of hope.

At this distance... I can hit it!

"Water..."

...

The sight in front of her eyes suddenly tilted, and Namiko stared blankly ahead, and her perspective became parallel to the ground.

Yuko's eyes gradually widened a little, and her arms became stronger, trying to break free.

But she had no strength after all.

Kokushibo held Yuko with one hand, and calmly swung the demon blade with the other hand. The small branches extending from the blade hung on the back collar of Namiko's clothes, dragging her to the house behind her.

"Let... Let me go!"

Namiko's terrified voice reached Yuko's ears, making Yuko feel relieved, but at the same time, she had a bad premonition.

Entering the house, Namiko was thrown by Kokushibo casually, and after rolling on the ground for a few rounds, she struggled to escape.

Yuko's eyes moved slightly, and she saw Namiko's current state.

Namiko's hands and feet were bleeding, as if... her tendons were cut. At this time, she was crawling out with her elbows and knees in fear.

Yuko said with difficulty: "What... do you want to do?"

Kokushibo did not respond. He clearly understood that chatting with Yuko was just to make trouble.

The other party could always say things that broke people's defenses without changing his expression.

Kokushibo slightly exerted force on her neck, and his nails broke through the flesh like a sharp knife.

"Hmm~"

Yuko frowned, she could clearly feel the vitality quickly draining from her body.

It doesn't matter if she dies.

But what about Namiko...

Kokushibo noticed that she looked at Namiko from the corner of her eye, "Do you still have the mind to care about others at this time?"

He was hesitating, he was hesitating whether to kill Yuko.

Hearing what Kokushibo said, Yuko turned her eyes back. She looked at Kokushibo with no hatred in her eyes, only pity for him.

Yuko spoke with difficulty: "Iwakatsu... ahem... one day, you will be punished for the sins you committed..."

She paused, her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and she opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Her body.

Something... came in.