Confrontation in Hallucination

The yard used for training was very large, with basically nothing else except the wall. The two people in the yard faced each other, and soon there was a sharp sound of blades colliding with each other.

This is training, but no one uses regular wooden swords or bamboo shoots because the members participating in the training are all pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. One reason is that wooden swords simply cannot withstand the high-intensity duels, and the other reason is that there is not much time left for them.

"It's really gorgeous, but it's still a little bit inferior to mine." Yinzhu lifted his hair and said, "So, have you thought it through?"

The one who answered the Sound Pillar was the Snake Pillar Iguro Obane. He leaned against the pillar in the corridor and said calmly, "Perhaps there is something special about this pattern. Let's study it further."

After a few simple words, the two people in the yard stopped fighting one after another. Fuzugawa Shimizu wiped his forehead and said respectfully to Beimingyu Xingming: "Thank you for your teaching."

Most of the people who can become pillars have their strength recognized, while in order to improve their strength in a short period of time, several pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps choose to practice against each other.

They also wanted to comprehend the mystery of the patterns through those simple descriptions, but it seemed a little difficult.

If we talk about the strongest, Rock Pillar, Gyoumei the Sad Sounding Island, has been meditating day and night, but has made little progress. If we talk about the most talented and youngest, Mist Pillar is also at a loss.

Tokito Muichiro stood in the yard, thinking absentmindedly, then he turned his head and looked at the room connected to the yard.

The room is very big. Because it is surrounded by an empty yard, the paper doors on both sides are pushed open, so it seems very spacious.

The red-haired man knelt in the middle of the room with his head bowed. He didn't seem to care about their progress. But when he noticed the sight, he immediately raised his head and looked back.

A man came from the other end of the yard. Tokito Muichiro was about to speak, but it seemed that the person his brother was looking for was not him.

Ichiro glanced at the yard, then stood behind Yuichiro. Nezuko had her eyes closed, but when she saw him, she raised her head with a smile.

With the mind of a toddler, but as if she could see through adults' thoughts, Nezuko lay obediently on Yuanyi's lap and patted him gently.

Yuanyi's expression was unusually gentle, and he looked nostalgic for his old friend's child: "I think Nezuko is different."

"Oh?" Yuichiro raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So what are you worried about?"

Yuichiro did not follow up on what Yuichi said, but just pointed out Yuichi's hesitation: "It shouldn't be that difficult to teach the stripes, or you just can't see their sincerity and are unwilling to teach."

The red-haired man looked up in surprise, but could only utter two words awkwardly: "No."

"Hmm!" Nezuko looked at the two of them, blinked, and waved her hand, "Hmm!"

Yuanyi stopped stroking Nezuko's head. He thought for a long time before speaking softly, "Once one person has his or her Marks activated, the people around him or her who can also activate their Marks will be affected."

The markings are contagious. As long as the above characteristics are achieved and one person can activate the markings, the rest of the qualified people will also activate their markings one after another.

"But most people don't live past 25 after their stripes start to appear."

Yuichiro was stunned for a moment. He knew that activating the markings would have side effects, but he didn't expect that it would consume one's lifespan to make him stronger in a short period of time.

Enichi has seen too many examples of people who have opened their markings but have not survived past the age of 25, so he is hesitant and worried. He is confident that he can destroy the evil, so he is wondering if such a sacrifice is necessary for everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Yuichiro was silent for a moment, then sneered: "You plan to kill all the ghosts by yourself? Forget it, you can't do it."

"Will they be able to survive without activating the markings? No, they will greatly reduce their chances of winning in a battle with other demons and upper rank demons."

"If that's the case, they won't even live to be 25."

There was a person standing in the corridor. It was Rengoku Kyojuro who had walked out on his own initiative. He still had a bright smile on his face and spoke as if he was representing the opinions of others.

"First of all, I would like to thank you for your concern for us, thank you." Rengoku Kyojuro turned his head slightly, "But we already knew this. So please don't feel psychologically burdened, this is our own choice!"

In the records of the Demon Slayer Corps, there are naturally introductions to the markings. However, as the owners of the markings died one after another, fewer and fewer people were able to open the markings.

As if to confirm his words, the others who were eavesdropping also stood up one after another. Beimingyu Xingming clasped his hands together, tears in his eyes: "Sir, I am very fortunate to have your help, but more importantly, we still have to rely on our own strength."

"I understand." Yuan nodded.

At this time, Ichiro noticed something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "When you became a ghost, you were more than 25 years old, right?"

The red-haired man nodded again, and the others were also a little surprised. Looking at it this way, it seems that there is another way to break the "curse" of not living past 25 years old?

Enichi was ready, patted Nezuko's hand and said, "Let Muichiro do it."

The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was noon. Tokito Muichiro was standing in the corridor, and he came over after hearing what was said.

"Tokito, could it be that Tokito-kun already knows how to activate the markings?" Kanroji Mitsuri held her face with a look of surprise, "Then we have to work harder!"

Tokito Muichiro shook his head in confusion, but he still looked at Yuichiro as expected: "Is it my brother?"

Ichiro didn't shake his head. He didn't open the markings. Even the few breathing techniques he knew were learned from watching on the spot. But that didn't mean that this body couldn't -

No matter how slow he was, he had to notice the other person in the body. After thinking about it, he guessed that it was "Muichiro".

He turned to look at Yuan Yishi, who nodded in agreement. Yuichiro let out a breath and closed his eyes: "I understand."

At the signal, Muichiro threw out a Nichirin sword. This Nichirin sword was forged based on his Nichirin sword, but the blade was slightly different.

This was originally a gift he had intended to give to his brother after obtaining his lord's consent, because his brother's eyes were different every time he watched him train.

The thrown knife was easily caught, and as it was pulled out by grasping the handle, the original blade gradually became stained with moonlight white.

The boy's figure slowly changed. Even though there was no wind, his long hair was fluttering. His originally decent clothes were stretched open, and then his belt was loosened to make him look relaxed.

The demon in front of him was originally the size of a teenager, but in the blink of an eye, he transformed into the size of an adult. His wide sleeves were folded and rolled up, and while he held the knife in one hand, his chest could be clearly seen rising and falling.

Soon, with a breath, the hot air could be seen with the naked eye. Veins bulged on the exposed arms, and then dark red cloud patterns appeared on the cheeks.

"So... the markings?" Fuzugawa Miyabi frowned and observed carefully, "It is indeed a little different."

It's not just the change in body shape that makes a difference, but also the pressure from the momentum.

Tokito Muichiro also drew his sword and called out in confusion, "Brother?"

The ghost in front of him did not answer him, but just turned his head slightly and said: "Don't let your brother down."

With a slightly low voice and half-closed eyes, he carefully looked at the person in front of him. Muichiro tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife, and felt the same strange feeling again.

"You won't live past 25 after your markings are activated, so before my brother hesitates, right now—" [Muichiro] said calmly, "Reach your limit."

He didn't feel sorry for his fourteen-year-old self, but Muichiro knew very well that his brother would hesitate after he came to his senses.

Tokito Muichiro understood the hidden meaning and smiled: "Of course, I won't let my brother worry."

In an instant, the two walked towards each other. The onlookers stood far enough away, leaving a spacious indoor area.

Everyone watched with bated breath. After all, one could learn something from watching other people fight.

The starting moves of the two Tokitos are similar, and both use Kasumi's Breathing.

The room was gradually filled with a thin cloud of mist, and two figures quickly shuttled through it. Their swords flashed everywhere, and they collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

Tokito Muichiro's movements were very fast, but he was also able to slowly notice his own shortcomings. He concentrated his mind and tried his best to react and resist.

Muichiro was not merciful, but he was not too pushy either. His usual style was to either fight quickly or take his time.

He could feel the growing pressure of his other self, sweat dripping from his forehead, but it wasn't enough.

"Muichiro, you can't protect anyone just like that." Muichiro imitated his brother and smiled sarcastically, "This is not a training session. Treat me as a demon and kill me. Otherwise, you and your companions will die."

The sharp blade light broke through the obscuring clouds, and Tokito Muichiro turned and left, but before he could say anything, an increasingly thick white mist rose up.

The enemy attacked, and everyone instinctively retreated to avoid it. But when they reacted suddenly, the ground beneath their feet seemed to have changed.

When was it? Was it when I just observed too carefully?

They seemed to be under an illusion. The familiar houses and courtyards were no longer around them. Instead, they were in a dark forest with lush trees so tall that they could not see the sky when they looked up.

Several people looked at each other and quickly understood.

This is an illusion, but it is not meant to harm them, but rather a different kind of training.

The forest was endless, but a figure gradually emerged from the impenetrable fog.

It was Tokito Muichiro in his team uniform, and also the adult version of the Kasumi-Hira. The familiar faces around them disappeared, and in the huge place, only they and their sparring opponents were left.

Looking at himself in front of him who clearly had the characteristics of a demon, Tokito Muichiro also raised the knife in his hand.