Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Death of Kaigaku (3/3)
Night.
The moon hung lonely in the sky, its pale light sprinkling on the quiet street.
Akaza's nose twitched slightly, he smelled the bloody smell in the air, and turned his head to look at the person who was coming.
Golden pupils reflected Kaigaku's miserable state of walking with the support of a sword.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowed.
—A demon slayer?
"Huh..." Akaza, who had been feeling frustrated because he hadn't been able to fight with anyone for several days, let out a long sigh.
He knew—most demon slayers are madmen who are willing to risk their lives to hunt demons.
Well, it's better than nothing.
Akaza turned his body sideways, stood quietly in place, waiting for Kaigaku to approach him.
Creak...
His fist slowly clenched, he stepped back, got into a fighting stance, his eyes slightly squinted.
—He was ready to vent his frustration over the past few days through a good fight.
But.
Just as he was waiting for Kaigaku to discover him and start attacking with his sword.
Patter.
Kaigaku, not far away, stopped, blood dripping down his clothes, he looked up at him.
Kaigaku was slightly stunned.
His blurry eyes suddenly became clear at this moment, so that he saw the words "Upper Rank" "Two" in Akaza's eyes.
Ah...
Twelve Demon Moons.
His heart was as cold as ashes.
- Why... why me...
Kaigaku's pupils trembled, and he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Then...
In Akaza's gradually furrowed brow, and somewhat puzzled eyes.
Kaigaku was sweating profusely, he trembled as he bent down, slowly placing the broken sword horizontally in front of him, then...
He knelt down on one knee.
He propped himself up with one hand on the ground, his head trembling, slowly lowering until his forehead touched the ground:
"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb... you..."
"...Please... spare me."
"I'm willing... to do anything..."
A hoarse and dull voice came from Kaigaku's lowered head.
Upon hearing this.
..... ?
"...Are you... begging for mercy?"
Akaza's eyebrows furrowed, he opened his mouth slightly with disgust, looking at Kaigaku who was kneeling before him with a face full of loathing.
Anger was faintly stirring in his heart.
Only the weak would beg for mercy, would run away.
Would sneak attack from behind.
He - despised the weak.
Creak... veins bulged at his temples.
Seeing the broken sword on the ground, and Kaigaku surrendered without a fight.
In his mind, it seemed as if someone had done the same thing to him before.
In his field of vision, the sword placed horizontally in front of Kaigaku seemed to have turned into a wooden sword, and his clothes also faintly turned into a kendo uniform.
Suddenly.
A sense of disgust and anger inexplicably rose up, coupled with the frustration of the past few days, it turned into a kind of irritability as if it was going to crush his internal organs.
"...- Huh?!"
Creak...
The veins of rage bulged on his forehead in an instant, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted, Akaza clenched his teeth, looking down at Kaigaku from a high position.
Whoosh!
He clenched his fist, almost instantly flashing past this street, turning into an afterimage and arriving in front of Kaigaku!
He stood firm! His muscles tensed, power gathered in his fist!
"Get up and fight me, you bastard!!"
He roared in anger, even though he was not quite sure why he was so furious.
His fist turned into an afterimage, swinging in an instant!
Boom!!
The overwhelming force poured out from Akaza's fist, pouring heavily into Kaigaku's bent body!
Directly blasting him into the houses on the side of the street!
Before Kaigaku could react.
Whoosh!
Akaza rushed again, instantly arriving at the wall where Kaigaku had crashed into.
He clenched his fist, raised it abruptly, the veins of rage spreading on his forehead:
"Despicable weakling!"
Boom!!
One punch.
"What's the point of only knowing how to sneak attack from behind!!"
Boom!
Another punch with all his strength.
"Answer me!!"
The more he swung his fist, the more intense the anger in Akaza's heart became, the consciousness hidden in his body was constantly stimulated.
The fist wind carried the gradually heating air, Akaza kept swinging his fist, smashing down quickly towards the ground.
The rumbling sound kept coming from the street.
...
I don't know how long it has been.
Boom!!
A huge noise accompanied by the rise of dust.
During this time, it seemed that someone was awakened, came out of the house to look this way, but in the end was scared and quickly ran back into the house.
"Huff... huff..." Akaza stood in place, he stopped swinging his fist, panting slightly, his eyes staring straight at the cracked ground in front of him.
In front of him.
The ground was cracked all over, the place where the wall used to be had been leveled.
A gap appeared in the street.
There was no trace of Kaigaku to be seen, even his clothes were mixed with the wall and soil and turned into dust under the punches.
After coming back to his senses.
Akaza looked at his fist somewhat dazedly.
He didn't know which punch Kaigaku died on.
Why he had to hit so hard - he wasn't clear in his heart.
Originally, he just thought, one punch to blow this guy's head off, then leave.
He was just a despicable weakling.
Why did it turn out like this...?
He lowered his head, looking at the mess in front of him, even as an Upper Rank, he was slightly panting.
However.
The moment he saw Kaigaku kneeling and begging for mercy, a rage that he had never felt before surged from the bottom of his heart.
In his mind.
There seemed to be some images flickering.
Akaza reached out his hand, covering his right eye, panting, his pupils trembling slightly.
After pausing and contemplating for a moment.
Whoosh!
Akaza turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot.
...
...
Not long after.
The sun rose on the horizon, and the light that pierced the dark clouds shone down.
It was dawn.
On the street.
Residents who had stayed at home all night and dared not go out, came out one after another, looking fearfully towards this side of the street.
Fortunately, the place that was hit was uninhabited.
After the residents cautiously approached and discussed for a while.
They decided to notify the local police station.
...
...
At the same time.
Elsewhere.
In a mansion specially left vacant by Ubuyashiki, provided for the Hashira to practice.
The practice of the Transparent World has already begun.
This is a place that looks like a dojo.
Inside the dojo.
Tanjuro's voice kept coming out.
"Open your five senses, recognize the shape of your entire body, down to every blood vessel."
"Use the minimum movement to exert the maximum strength."
"Focus!"
"Try to observe the bodies of the people around you!"
Tanjuro was walking back and forth in front of several Hashira who were maintaining strange postures, talking non-stop with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly.
Whack!
He picked up a bamboo sword next to him and hit Shinazugawa's calf hard, shouting:
"Calm down! Focus!"
Sanemi, who was closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, and persisting, with his eyelids constantly trembling, suddenly broke his concentration:
"Ah?!" He grabbed his hair, glared at the ceiling, and shouted angrily.
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