Chapter 10: Sometimes, People Just Need a Kind of Blind Confidence.

Chapter 10: Sometimes, People Just Need a Kind of Blind Confidence.

One human and one demon, tens of meters apart, were staring at each other intently.

The snow was falling slowly, the two of them were like statues, motionless.

— No, that's not right.

— On second thought, something's not right.

Muzan was squatting halfway, he was carefully staring at Kamado Tanjuro's direction, his black suit became bulging, hidden under the clothes were surging muscles.

His five brains were thinking wildly, and also very confused.

What's going on?!

Why is he here?!

Why?!

— Did Kokushibo deceive me?!

No, humans... can't live that long.

Descendants? No, impossible.

That guy doesn't have any descendants at all!

Telling Muzan that the guy crawled out of the grave to hunt him down is less believable than believing that there are gods in this world.

Muzan's pupils were twitching rapidly, he always felt that something was wrong.

But every time he looked at that earring, he felt a painful sting in his eyes.

...

Opposite.

Kamado Tanjuro was slightly retreating his left foot, his left hand was holding the scabbard, his right hand was holding the hilt, ready to draw the sword.

Click.

— No.

— After all, even if he saw through me, so what.

Kamado Tanjuro's hand resting on the hilt of the sword gripped the hilt tightly, the skin and the hilt rubbed against each other, making a creaking sound.

— He has already changed the original outcome of his family members.

— It's enough!

"Hiss—" Kamado Tanjuro took a slight breath, the cold air around him instantly gathered towards him, forming a converging airflow.

— That's right.

— It's enough.

He looked forward, his eyes calm and firm.

The cold snow wind blew through Tanjuro's hair tips, slightly stirring his hair to flutter.

In his deep red pupils, the reflection of Kibutsuji Muzan, who was squatting in the snow not far away, was reflected.

Next, whatever he does, as long as he gains a little advantage.

— It's all worth it.

Kamado Tanjuro's heart gradually calmed down, as if he had returned to his usual daily life, without a ripple.

He was expressionless, quietly staring at Muzan.

Slowly closed his eyes, then calmly opened them again.

Tanjuro's five senses, at the moment of closing and opening his eyes, reached the most acute peak,

The next moment, the world seemed to change in Tanjuro's eyes.

Whoosh——!

An invisible wind rose from under Tanjuro, spreading all the way to Muzan's position not far away.

Instantly, a circular area with the distance from himself to Muzan as the radius was covered.

Time seemed to start to slow down, the shaking of the leaves, the falling of the snow, the flying snow brought up by the wind, suddenly became slow.

Like jumping frame by frame.

Not far across.

Muzan was trying to slowly get up, at the same time.

His body gradually became transparent in Tanjuro's eyes.

When getting up, the friction and contraction between muscles and bones, the twisting of blood vessels, the ups and downs of the lungs were all clearly visible.

And — those five brains and seven hearts that were constantly moving inside Muzan's body.

— Transparent world.

It seemed to feel something.

Muzan was slowly getting up with the help of a tree, he suddenly raised his head, his pupils stared at Kamado Tanjuro,

His eyes widened slightly.

Looking at Tanjuro, his eyes were full of incredulity.

— What... happened?

But only a few breaths passed.

— Why?

Muzan stared at Kamado Tanjuro, his pupils trembling slightly.

— The person is still standing there.

— Why did the breath disappear?

Suddenly, Muzan seemed to remember something, and his forced calmness suddenly collapsed a bit.

—That's right!

This feeling is very familiar.

—Three hundred years ago... The first time I saw that persistent guy, there was a moment of this feeling.

Excessive tension made Muzan's head congested, and his thinking became somewhat sluggish.

Or rather, he dared not think.

Muzan gave up thinking.

Just at this moment.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air came from the opposite side.

Hiss——

Then there was a sound of steam like boiling water.

Muzan hurriedly looked in the direction of Kamado Tanjuro.

Tanjuro drew his sword.

Whoosh!

The hot red sword appeared in the dark night in an instant, glowing red, as dazzling as the sun.

Hiss——

The high temperature and the cold outside world came into contact, instantly evaporating the falling snowflakes in the surrounding air, and waves of white steam kept appearing from the sword.

The sharp sword cut through the steam, and the red sword glowed in the night, declaring its appearance to the world.

—Bright Red Nichirin Sword

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Kamado Tanjuro swung the Bright Red Sword, and the sword bloomed with a golden sword light.

He pointed the sword down and aimed at Muzan.

"Muzan." Kamado Tanjuro looked at Muzan, his arm muscles holding the hilt were tense, and the high-temperature white steam was escaping from the corner of his mouth:

"Just now, you were laughing."

"What's so funny?"

"!" Muzan frowned tightly, he numbly and panickedly stared at the red sword, his throat was choked, and he couldn't speak for a while.

He only had one thought in his heart.

—Run!

The moment the body can move! Run!

The shock tonight was too great for Muzan.

Before, Kamado Tanjuro had been silent, fearing that his voice would be vastly different from Yoriichi, which would make Muzan hear the flaws.

But now.

—His state is simply too good.

When using the Transparent World to see the five brains and seven hearts inside Muzan.

Kamado Tanjuro understood the essence of the sword technique of the Sun Breath—Fire God Kagura in an instant.

Five brains and seven hearts need to be cut open at the same time, a total of twelve swords.

At the same time, cleanly cut off the neck.

In total—thirteen swords.

The sword technique of Sun Breath, a total of thirteen styles.

In other words, the so-called sword technique of Sun Breath.

In essence, it was born to kill Muzan, a complete set of killing procedures!

In the past, when dancing the Hinokami Kagura, Kamado Tanjuro always felt that something is missing.

But now.

Kamado Tanjuro stared at the heart and brain wandering inside Muzan, and that feeling of dissatisfaction completely disappeared.

It's the target,

What's missing is the target of the attack,

He now feels that every sword can accurately fall on Muzan's vital points!

The method of killing Muzan is like a fill-in-the-blank question.

And in his hand, it was a copy of the absolute correct answer that the predecessors had written three hundred years ago!

This kind of sword technique that he has practiced for thirty years and has been honed in the world of Sekiro for thirty years.

At this moment, it is leading his sword!

—This is his confidence!

At this time.

Within Kamado Tanjuro's perception range,

Behind, the direction on the other side of the house.

Puchi!

"...Father."

Tanjiro, with a tired face, staggered step by step, and finally rolled his eyes and fell straight into the snow.

"...Tanjiro?" Kamado Tanjuro paid a little attention to the direction behind him, and his heart tightened.

Damn it, Tanjiro went up the mountain early.

This is not in Tanjuro's plan.

Creak...

He hurriedly held the sword and took a step towards the outside of the house, attracting Muzan's attention.

However, Tanjuro's worries seemed to be unnecessary.

Unconsciously, his body faced Muzan.

His body's muscle memory, he made the same movements that he had been practicing for nearly sixty years.

— The starting form of the Breath of the Sun.