Chapter 123 Special: Death of Upper Five "Long time no see...
"Long time no see... Muichiro."
"Goodbye... Muichiro."
When the last raindrops fell, Tokito Muichiro realized that it was not rain, but the remaining contents in the sword of the evil spirit in front of him.
He didn't know what it was.
In the darkness where all his companions were dead, the light of the stars was too dim. His hand holding the Sun Blade was a little twisted and his knuckles were very painful.
The mark of stripes suddenly appeared on his face.
Perhaps without this mark, the outcome would be uncertain.
But even without this mark, Tokito Muichiro's ending would not change.
When they met on a narrow road in the mountain, Tokito Muichiro looked at the upper-rank demon in front of him who was half a head taller than him. There was no longer the shock in his eyes as when he first saw him, but only the calmness as usual.
He knew that the man in front of him, who had fallen into the evil spirit and looked like his own brother, came for him.
He's here to take his life.
Tokito Muichiro raised the Nichirin Sword. The beautiful sword shape of Kasumi Breathing was praised by other pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. The sword light was like the glow of the rosy clouds, which was not only beautiful but also contained great power.
In his eyes, there was only his brother in front of him who had also drawn a knife.
His companion seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. The sound of wind blowing through the leaves moved, and their figures were already entangled with each other.
The opponent's sword shape was as beautiful as his own. Tokito Muichiro didn't know what kind of breath it was, but its power was quite terrifying, ranking among the top three evil spirits he had encountered.
Perhaps because the opponent also used breathing swordsmanship, Tokito Muichiro always brought in the scenes of his previous training with his companions when attacking and defending. Even in the intensive attack, his movements were still flawless.
The companion's sword also joined the battle smoothly, and they formed a two-on-one situation. However, the opponent was also very familiar with the breathing sword technique, and was not at all inferior to them in parrying.
Even getting stronger.
The accident happened in an instant. The opponent's blade silently pierced his companion's wrist. Tokito Muichiro opened his eyes wide. He didn't even notice such a subtle change.
The young man gritted his teeth and swung his knife again.
"Breathing of the Clouds, Form Five, Sea of Clouds—"
In the vast area of sword light, the young man who looked exactly like him hooked the sword, and his starting posture was completely different from the breathing sword technique he had demonstrated before.
Tokito Muichiro's eyes, which had been wide open when he saw his companion injured, widened again in surprise.
He waved out the exact same Breath of Dawn!
Is it because of the twins?
When two things come into contact, they must separate briefly if they don't want to be cut by each other's knives.
This was the first time Tokito Muichiro asked questions during a battle.
The young man opposite him flipped the knife twice with ease, and the blade drew beautiful patterns in the air, wiping off the blood on it.
Hearing his words, Tokito Ichiro smiled, but denied it: "No, Muichiro, my breathing sword technique is not as good as your Kasumi Breathing. In order to learn that style, I spent two whole years, swinging the sword day and night."
But Kokushibo told him that his talent was not as good as Muichiro's.
The upper limit of the breathing sword technique is not as good as the breathing of Kasumi. Even with the blessing of the ogre's body, it is only on par with the breathing of Kasumi. Tokito asked Ichiro if he could also learn the breathing of Kasumi.
Kokushibo hesitated, then told him to try it himself.
Not having enough strength, he killed and devoured people crazily, then swung his sword, swung his sword day after day, and finally not long ago, he swung out the beautiful, identical sword shape of the Breath of the Clouds.
"You, there is no need to do this." Kokushibo's tone was very bad.
"I don't plan to live long." Tokito Ichiro said as he lay exhausted in the dojo, staring at the ceiling above his head.
After a long time, he finally calmed down a bit, turned his head to look at the teacher sitting not far away, and said, "The cannibal will eventually perish, won't it?"
There was no emotion on Kokushibo's face, he just looked at him.
Tokito Yuichiro loves to laugh more than his younger brother. As the eldest brother, he can't have a sullen face all day long, nor can he not show any emotion at all. His parents taught him to be independent and to protect his younger brother.
Because his parents died early, Tokito Ichiro had to chop firewood in exchange for daily necessities, so he learned to smile and greet people at an early age.
The younger brother doesn't need to learn these things, that's what the older brother should do.
He lay on the cold, hard ground, covered in scratches from Kasumi's breath, even with uneven marks under his head.
"I wanted to die."
"But I saw a powerful force that I had never seen before, so I hesitated."
He recalled the day he woke up from Infinite City. "That gentleman just kept his eyes downcast. He seemed very kind, but I was terrified. I wished I could stay hundreds of meters away from him."
"But along with fear comes desire. I also desire such strength. I was killed by the cannibal because I was too weak to protect what I wanted." The boy's still childish voice echoed in the huge dojo of Kokushibo.
"Which is more despicable: pursuing power and fearing death, or hating darkness and willingly dying?"
Kokushibo looked at him quietly, listening to his confusing words.
After a long pause, the six-eyed demon spoke: "There's nothing wrong with pursuing the meaning of life, whether it's for the sake of life itself or for a stronger self."
In the transparent world, Tokito Ichirō's body has reached its limit, but he only used a style of Kasumi Breathing.
Kokushibo looked up at the empty dojo. The tea beside him was cold. It had been left there for many days without any new tea.
He probably still can't get out.
"Teacher, I will not kill Muichiro." Tokito Ichiro tilted his head and smiled.
"But I will not break my promise. I will chop off the Demon Slayer's head and offer it to you, my lord. This is the loyalty of a traitor."
At sunset, the sky is filled with rosy clouds. Under the shining of the setting sun, the clouds emit the last scorching heat of the sun, cleansing the evil spirits from the earth.
At sunrise, mist enveloped the vast earth, casting a damp and impenetrable veil over the dawn, blocking the sun's progress.
"Mist" is the only word engraved on the smooth blade of his knife.
The clouds are brilliant and the fog is hazy.
One witnesses the beauty of the scorching morning sun and sings the last glory of the sun; the other ferments in the dark night and turns to ashes when it meets the sun.
Fog and haze will never meet.
Just like the sun and the moon.
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