The surging anger was conveyed along with the words, and Muzan Muzan immediately severed his mental connection with Kokushibo.

As one of the Upper Moons, Kokushibo can be said to be a rare reliable demon among the Twelve Demon Moons.

He has never been like Douma in the past few hundred years, with his head filled with all kinds of messy things. Sometimes Muzan Muzan would think that he was almost blind when he saw it carelessly. So he rarely gave orders to Douma in this way, and of course he rarely met him face to face.

But even though Kokushibo is calmer and more composed than the other upper-rank demons, he still sometimes has flashes of thoughts while he is busy practicing swordsmanship, or simply keeps recalling his younger brother, Tsuchikoku Enishi, who has been dead for a hundred years - things like this make Muzan Muzan's ptsd flare up quickly, and sometimes his recollections are even mixed with Kokushibo's own comments about the Son of God.

Once again, he was caught off guard and saw the face he would never forget in Kokushibo's mind. Muzan Kibutsuji only felt the scars on his body left by Gokokuenichi's red sword were aching again, and the lingering burning sensation was madly evident at this moment.

He called out Naruto, and after the shamisen was lightly plucked, Muzan Muzan's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only the splattered blood in the room.

The celebration had forced everyone in the town to leave their homes, and the excitement had mostly created a circle around them, so that by walking outside they could avoid the people inside and avoid any accidental injuries from fighting with the ghosts.

Tokito Ichiro reached out and grabbed Muichiro's wrist, and kept walking. A breath was chasing him from behind, and Ichiro felt that the other party had no intention of hiding anything, and the breath belonging to the ghost became stronger. However, even if the ghost did not make any extra movements, he could still feel the pressure that could not be ignored.

There is a large area of ​​wasteland in the south of the town, not too far from where the crowds gather, but it is the only suitable place that can be found in such a short time.

Kokushibo walked out from the darkness not far behind the two men, where the moonlight did not reach. The mimicry that had been removed before reappeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot ghost patterns and clear numbers. He held the knife, but did not intend to unsheathe it for the time being. Instead, he carefully looked at Ichiro and Muichiro.

Regardless of what Kokushibo was thinking, Tokito Ichiro tightened his grip on the handle of his Nichirin sword when he saw that familiar face, and his breathing suddenly stagnated. Although he quickly recovered, Muichiro next to him had already noticed something was wrong and gave him a puzzled look.

"Do you know me?" Kokushibo naturally noticed that something was wrong with Tokito Ichiro, as he appeared after seeing his face. He recalled and searched through his monotonous memories of becoming a demon, but no matter how many times he thought about it, the boy in front of him never appeared.

In those few brief seconds, Tokito Ichirō had managed to distinguish between the Upper One and the teacher who had done his best to teach him the breathing technique.

Just like him and 'Tokito Ichirō' in this world, even though they have no difference in appearance and their personalities are mostly similar, their experiences alone can make them two completely different individuals.

Tokito Ichiro drew out his Nichirin sword and said, "I don't know any ghosts."

The teacher who taught him the breathing method and allowed Tokitoichi to join the Demon Slayer Corps only after Tokitoichi repeatedly asked him to do so. Although he is cold and not good at speaking, he hates demons. Tokitoichi never says much when he encounters a demon, but directly takes action because of his influence.

The only people who can make the teacher's mood fluctuate greatly, apart from his only disciple, Tokito Ichiro, is his twin brother.

"I seem to have arrived at an unfortunate time."

A strange voice suddenly appeared in the scene. The owner of the voice had white oak-colored hair, and his head seemed to be splashed with blood. On his face was a smile that had nothing to do with malice. The dark red tights he wore on his upper body clearly outlined the muscle lines on his arms.

"Sir Kokushibo, do you need my help?" Douma was thinking about the friendly and mutual assistance among colleagues. After discovering that Kokushibo had left the town alone, he took the initiative to quickly contact Muzan Kibutsuji Muku, trying to find out Kokushibo's whereabouts.

Muzan Muzan, who was annoyed by Douma, clenched his fists in the Infinite Castle. If Douma had not been in front of him, his head would have been crushed three or four times by now.

Douma, who had no idea that he was hated, successfully got the exact location, and immediately left behind the believers who wanted to see him, and silently arrived at the battlefield that had not yet begun, holding a pair of iron fans.

Kokushibo said nothing. Douma was used to this. He looked at the twins who were alert opposite him as if he had encountered something he liked. His eyes suddenly lit up and said, "This really makes me happy."

"Although she's not my favorite girl, but since she became a pillar at such a young age, I'm sure she's not much different from me."

Douma's words completely treated Ichiro and Muichiro as desserts after the meal, but it has to be said that this is indeed the current situation.

The numbers in the demon's eyes were exposed without any cover. The strength of Upper Rank One and Upper Rank Two was far stronger than Hantengu and Tamao from the Swordsmith Village, and it was difficult to deal with them.

Kokushibo ignored Douma mumbling to himself beside him, and in the transparent world, the body structure of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsman was fully revealed before his eyes.

He asked after Douma finished speaking, "What are your names?"

Without the slightest intention of chatting with the demon, the two of them quickly sent out a call for help to the nearby pillars the moment Kokushibo appeared.

After Tokito Muichiro's memory was restored, his memory also improved a lot. At least now he can remember who are the pillars in charge of the surrounding area and how long it will take for them to arrive.

The area in charge of Wind Pillar Fuzugawa Jiya is the closest to here, but it is not very realistic to get there in a short time. A little further away is Snake Pillar Iguro Obanai. Most of the other pillars are too far away, and the crows cannot fly there quickly to deliver the message.

After Muichiro roughly estimated in his mind how long it would take for these two to arrive at their speed, his heart sank instantly.

There are still at least four hours until dawn. When Tokito Muichiro saw the One Upper Rank, he realized that it would be extremely difficult to fight him to a draw. In addition, there is also the Two Upper Rank, which makes the situation completely beyond the ability of two Pillars to handle.

"Don't you want to answer?" Kokushibo put his hand on the sword and pulled it out of the sheath a little, revealing a small section of the blade that was as big as his eyes. "Although it's not something that I must know, if I become a demon, I can get the answer."

After saying that, he attacked at a speed that the two of them could hardly dodge, and made a three-step continuous attack, with two crescent-shaped blade winds accompanied by small moon blades hitting his limbs. Tokito Ichiro saw that he was going to use a move from his familiar starting position, and he could not hide his surprise, so he reminded Muichiro to jump into the air to dodge.

"They are so similar," Tokito thought.

The Moon Breathing was taught to Tokito by Ichiro's teacher one move at a time. As the eldest son of a successor country, it was normal for him to learn self-defense techniques since childhood.

The teacher who taught Ichiro the breathing method, Iwakatsu Tsuchikoku, was a bit rebellious when he was young.

According to what his younger brother Ji Guoyuanyi inadvertently revealed, when his father wanted to restrict him with a lot of rules and regulations, he would run away with his wallet in the middle of the night - and he would take him with him because he would be discovered by Yuanyi.

The two little kids sneaked out of the house in the dark late at night and were not found until a whole day later.

The consequence of this incident is that Jiguo Yansheng can freely choose his hobbies. In order to make her child stronger, the usually gentle mother had a big fight with her father and won the upper hand. Since then, the conservative father no longer treats the two children too harshly.

Soon after, his mother was attacked by a demon while away, and suffered an incurable disease. Therefore, Tsugumi Iwasaki decided to join the Demon Slayer Corps, and Moon Breathing was something he studied based on the ancient books in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Until Tokito and Ichiro came to this different world, they were the only two people in the Demon Slayer Corps who could practice Moon Breathing.

Light green floating cloud patterns appeared on his cheeks as he controlled his mind. Tokito Ichiro's patterns were opened in a life-and-death struggle before coming here. He turned the power of his wrist, and the blade of the Sun Wheel Sword was the same color.

"Breathing of the Moon·Sixth Form——" Tokito Ichiro tried his best to keep himself calm, "Long night, lonely moon·No gap."

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Second Upper Moon was still standing there, twirling the pair of golden fans in his hands, seemingly having no intention of making a move.

It seemed as if their thinking ability was split into two. Ichiro and Muichiro had to deal with Kokushibo's counterattack on the one hand, while also having to pay attention to Douma who might attack at any time.

That guy's expression made him look inexplicably unhappy, Tokito thought.

Multiple continuous and intersecting crescent-shaped attacks were concentrated at one point, all attacking Kokushibo who was standing still.

The latter did not even take a step back, but simply raised the blade to block it easily. With each blow, the hidden tiny blade only left a thin cut on his sleeve.

At the moment when Kokushibo was responding to Ichiro's move, Tokito Muichiro used the Seventh Form: Oboro.

A large patch of white mist spread out, obscuring his figure. Tokito Muichiro moved through the mist at an extremely fast speed, with the tip of his knife slightly lowered. When he approached Kokushibo, he quickly raised his knife and chopped it off.

Blocked!

He was startled, and before Kokushibo's next attack could arrive, he disappeared into the mist again and retreated to the side of Tokito Ichiro.

Kokushibo's attack was definitely not his full strength, and it was even possible that he only used half of his strength. Tokito Muichiro could not hit him with one strike, and this thought popped up in his mind involuntarily.

He knew that even if they went head-on, his chances of winning wouldn't be much higher.

Douma stood not far away as if he was watching a play.

After Kokushibo rejected his offer to help, he seemed to have no intention of intervening midway. The fan opened to cover the lower half of his face, and only Douma's smiling eyes could be seen.

There are still three and a half hours until the sun rises.

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