Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Only You.
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Infinite Castle.
Warm light filled the entire space, countless Japanese-style buildings were slowly moving alternately.
A cold and low voice echoed in the space.
"...Kokushibo...what happened...?"
Muzan sat on a wooden chair on a platform, his head drooping, his elbows resting on his knees.
His tightly clenched hands, rarely sweated, and his pale skin looked extremely abrupt at this moment.
Anxiety and impatience made him restless.
It has been almost four or five hours since he discovered that person's figure and send Kokushibo go to Tokyo!
As the Upper Rank One who has absorbed the most of his blood, Muzan just clearly felt the huge emotional fluctuations coming from Kokushibo.
He hasn't felt such a big emotional fluctuation from Kokushibo for hundreds of years.
The last time was when he claimed to have seen the old and still alive Yoriichi.
"Did you meet... did you meet him...?"
"Really... is it that guy...?!"
Muzan's head was drooping, his crimson pupils contracted, trembling violently, his expression hidden in the shadow, his fingers crossed slightly, leaning on his mouth.
If you look closely, you will find that Muzan's fingertips are shaking unnaturally at this moment.
Muzan knew in his heart that even if it was Kokushibo, if he encountered that guy.
— He probably can't stand a slash of his sword.
This is a matter of fact.
One day three hundred years ago, Muzan saw Kokushibo, who had only a little skin left on his neck, returned in embarrassment.
But Kokushibo is also the most powerful demon besides himself.
This is also one of the reasons why Muzan let him go.
"...Monster."
It seemed to remember something, Muzan's face became ugly, and his eyebrows frowned.
Plop.
He abruptly stood up, his chest heaving rapidly, and he reached out to tug at the tie around his neck.
After struggling for a while, Muzan made a decision that required courage.
He slowly opened his eyes wide, the pattern of his pupils trembling slightly like a blooming flower on the other shore, and the whites of his eyes slowly covered with crimson blood vessels:
——He connected to Kokushibo's vision.
Slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was the pitch-black street, and in the corner of his vision, he could see Kokushibo's arms.
Rustle...
Just as Muzan was tightening his mind, preparing to carefully observe the surroundings.
In the corner of the first-person view, suddenly a dazzling light began to burst.
Muzan almost instinctively looked in the direction of the light.
His expression became astonished.
Then he panicked.
The next instant.
[Sun Breathing·Twelfth Form]
[Flame Dance——Enbu]!
The dazzling firelight instantly occupied most of the field of vision, Muzan's pupils shrank sharply, he barely saw Kokushibo trying to reach out his palm to resist.
And that sword spewing flames, cutting across his arm, evaporating the splashing blood!
The sword rushing straight towards his neck!
That dazzling sun flame, even though it was far away, made Muzan's body feel a prickling pain as if it were real!
"...Haaahh!!"
"!!" Muzan abruptly opened his eyes, the suffocating feeling gripped his heart, he instinctively cut off the connection to his vision.
He took a deep breath, reached out his hand and kept touching his neck, repeatedly confirming that he had not been beheaded.
"Cough cough cough! Cough!"
Panicked sweat dripped down from his forehead, Muzan bent over, he opened his mouth wide, saliva dripped down his teeth.
The scene he saw just now was brief, but it had a great impact on Muzan and provided a lot of information.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting him hard.
Creak...
His face was hidden in the shadow, his plum-red pupils and eye sockets were shaking violently.
His pupils shrank to a point, all the cells in his body wanted to split from instinct, trembling.
Inside the Infinite Castle.
Muzan's figure stood there alone, his tightly clenched hands couldn't stop shaking.
At this moment, in Muzan's heart.
Kokushibo, for the most part, is probably not coming back.
He no longer cared about Kokushibo's life or death, but put his hand on his temple, calming his emotions.
Nakime, sitting on the high platform, bent slightly, a huge blood pressure radiated from Muzan at the center.
Nakime propped up the Biwa in her arms, barely supporting the substantial pressure, and sat up.
"Puwa..." A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, falling on the place where the blood had just dried up last time.
She reached out her sleeve, her hand trembling, skillfully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
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On the street.
Plop.
Kokushibo's figure quickly jumped back, he landed near the ruins of the building, most of his clothes were torn.
"Huh...cough cough...heh..."
Kokushibo covered his right arm, his gaze was fixed on Tanjuro, and the transparent world that was always open was observing the rise and fall of the other's lungs.
"Sun Breathing..."
He was stunned, mumbling unknowingly.
The mirror-like smooth pupils reflected the sun flame carried by Tanjuro's sword.
Superb combat consciousness.
Very skilled attack.
Accurately caught his own flaws.
The sword technique of Sun Breathing is used very freely, and he can hurt himself to this extent with his own power.
Although he had felt it before, but now that he had personally experienced the familiar burning sensation cutting into his body, Kokushibo still couldn't help but find it incredible.
Kokushibo's right arm, which only had two fingers left, was trembling, and he touched the huge wound that had been gouged out from his collarbone.
The wound did not heal immediately.
"That...guy..."
He felt the injuries on his body, his breathing became hurried, and the anxiety that surged from his heart made his face twisted.
"Why...!"
You look so much like him!
Bang!
He slammed the ground with the hilt of his sword, gritted his teeth, and his sharp teeth were exposed.
Kokushibo raised his head, his tightly furrowed brows made his six eyes stare fiercely ahead.
When he first saw Tanjuro, Kokushibo immediately noticed that he was a person who was extremely weak, just a guy who looked similar to Yoriichi.
But now...
Kokushibo recalled Tanjuro's subtle movements just now.
The other party even changed the most suitable Sun Breathing sword technique corresponding to his own adjustment of lung breathing in a few moments.
In his era, they couldn't even find a swordsman who could learn and use Sun Breathing...
They could only settle for the next best thing, and derived other breathing methods based on Sun Breathing.
— All other breathing methods are poor imitations of Sun Breathing...
His Moon Breathing is also...
That's all.
"Puh...cough..."
Blood overflowed from the corner of Kokushibo's mouth, his intense and constantly fluctuating emotions made him unable to feel his own injuries.
He stared at Kamado Tanjuro's vigilant eyes, watching him holding the sword, slowly walking towards him, his teeth clenched.
Only you...
Yoriichi...
Only you are special...
His vision suddenly became a bit blurred, and the figure of Tanjuro slowly resetting his posture in his field of vision gradually overlapped with the vivid person in his memory.
Kokushibo was stunned, he was lost in a daze.
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