Chapter 31: The Sword Saint.
Chapter 31: The Sword Saint.
—As a Ninja.
If you can assassinate by stealth, try not to confront directly.
Confronting directly, that's what warriors do.
Tanjuro has always followed this rule, and he has never failed when dealing with mobs, even elite monsters.
He even stealthily killed the White Snake God, a giant snake that traversed valleys.
Just now, Tanjuro, as usual, tried to use the Transparent World to hide his presence, and directly beheaded from behind.
But obviously, Lower Rank Two, has long been out of the category of Sekiro world mobs.
On the rooftop.
"Puwa!"
Rokuro suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
Swish!
Taking advantage of the moment when Tanjuro's sword was stuck by the Blood Demon Art, Rokuro quickly sidestepped a few large steps, wrapped in his coat and landed on the other side of the rooftop.
"You bastard!"
Rokuro's forehead veins bulged, he touched the wound on his neck, and yelled angrily at Tanjuro who was swinging his sword in the distance:
"Where did you come from?! Don't get in my way!"
His target is only Rengoku Shinjuro!
Damn it!
Kamado Tanjuro was slightly drooping his eyelids, he raised the sword in his hand, the pitch-black substance on the sword had completely dissipated.
To be honest, this is only his second time really fighting with a demon.
The feeling just now...
Tanjuro looked at Rokuro's neck, where the shadow formed a thick substance, and the eyeballs inside were flowing.
Blood Demon Art, huh.
It's like cutting into a different space, not really touching his neck.
Tanjuro was pondering for a moment.
Two streets away.
"Boom——!!"
The sky-high fire instantly kicked up dust, and the dark smoke drifted with the explosion.
Another explosion.
"What...?!" Rengoku Kyojuro quickly turned his head, his pupils shrank, looking at the place where the explosion occurred, the demon was clearly here!
Seeing Kyojuro, who was attracted by the noise, Tanjuro quickly reminded him:
"...It's a time bomb."
Tanjuro said to Kyojuro, when the first bomb exploded, he faintly heard the ticking sound of the second hand.
Kamado Tanjuro turned back, stood up the sword, and the smooth sword reflected him:
"I'm afraid that there are such bombs all over Tokyo now."
"Quick battle, quick decision."
Creak...
Unusually, Rengoku Kyojuro didn't reply, he just turned his head, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his face turned black.
Rokuro wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suddenly raised his cloak, the cloak formed a large shadow under the moonlight, he looked at Tanjuro:
"That's right!"
Then, the crimson pupils looked at Rengoku Kyojuro, whose face was gradually darkening, he grinned, and provocatively smirked:
"There are such bombs all over Tokyo..."
"So..."
"How many people will die because of you?"
Rokuro slowly retracted his open arms, snorted coldly, even though he was still smiling:
"Demon Slayer Corps?"
"You... what have you all protected?"
As Rokuro himself said.
His purpose is revenge.
Not to kill his enemy.
He wants that Rengoku to feel the pain bit by bit, from faith, companions, family...
Let him witness everything happening in front of him.
Finally, enjoy the look of him being tortured by himself!
Step.
"Kamado-san." Rengoku Kyojuro gritted his teeth, he stood in front of Tanjuro, vaguely blocking him, his tone was serious:
"Leave this place to me!"
"Inform the other team members of the intelligence, and the matter of finding the bomb, I'll leave it to Kamado-san!"
Rengoku Kyojuro's voice deliberately shouted very loudly, as if he was afraid of not being heard.
In fact.
"Caw! Caw!"
In the sky, the crows that were hovering, after hearing Kyojuro's shout, they squawked and flapped their wings and flew away.
Rooftop.
Rokuro watched the two people talking loudly, his ears twitched slightly, then he raised his arm, letting the military uniform form a shadow inside:
"...?" He clicked his tongue, it seemed that being ignored made him very upset.
In an instant.
Inside the shadow of the cloak.
Click! Click!
Several gun barrels protruded from the dark shadow, the black muzzle immediately aimed at Rokuro in front of Kyojuro and Tanjuro:
"Don't think about escaping!"
Bang!
Bang bang bang bang!!
With the first gunshot.
Every gun barrel began to flash fire, instantly, a dense barrage of bullets rushed towards the two!
Shadow? The gun barrel came out of the shadow!
Tanjuro observed Rokuro's Blood Demon Art, while also paying attention to the surroundings.
Whoosh——
Watching the bullets shooting out of the gun barrel one by one, Tanjuro slowly inserted the Nichirin Sword into the scabbard.
At the same time, the other hand violently pulled out Kusabimaru.
Clang!
Tanjuro held Kusabimaru horizontally in front of him, holding the sword with one hand.
"Hiss——!" He sharply inhaled, compressing a large amount of oxygen within his body!
Within his body, the remaining quarter of the "resurrection" power began to accelerate its consumption!
Blocking bullets.
I'm good at this.
Aiming at a bullet flying towards him, Tanjuro sends his horizontally held Kusabimaru in that direction!
"Dang!"
A dazzling spark suddenly appeared on the sword of Kusabimaru!
The incoming bullet was instantly deflected!
"He's taken care of."
Tanjuro blocked several bullets for Kyojur, he pulled Kyojuro, and the two quickly hid behind a shelter on the rooftop, whispering.
But the hearing of a demon is much stronger, Rokuro held a pistol in both hands, and together with the firearms in the shadows, he kept pulling the trigger:
"Take care of me?" Rokuro sneered:
"You want to swing a sword? Sure you can swing a sword, but you can't cut off my neck!"
"A sword can never beat a gun!"
The jet of flame was still shooting continuously in the direction of the two's shelter.
The next moment.
Swish!
Rengoku Kyojuro, holding his sword, rushed out from the side of the shelter!
Rokuro's attack target immediately focused on Kyojuro - after all, he was his target for revenge.
"Flame Breathing·Fourth Form·Blooming Flame Undulation——Sei En no Uneri!"
Flames wrapped around Kyojuro as he swung his Nichirin Sword, he barely defended against the incoming bullets, and inevitable wounds still appeared on his body.
The moment the concentrated fire moved away from Tanjuro.
Whoosh!
The figure of Kamado Tanjuro quickly rushed out from behind the shelter, his hand tightly holding Kusabimaru, the sword constantly deflecting the ricocheting bullets!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
With Kyojuro Rengoku providing cover, Tanjuro almost effortlessly rushed to Rokuro's front.
By the time he rushed to Rokuro's front, Kusabimaru had already been sheathed again, and what he was holding in his hand had become that black Nichirin Sword.
Rokuro looked at Tanjuro who was close to his face, he grinned fiercely, his neck had long turned into a pitch-black viscous shadow.
"You're right."
Tanjuro said, gripping the Nichirin Sword, raising his right arm, making a horizontal slash towards Rokuro's neck:
"Sometimes, a gun is indeed much more useful than a sword."
"Huh?"
Rokuro lowered the corner of his mouth, he was somewhat unclear about what Tanjuro was saying.
Until - he saw under Tanjuro's right arm raised in a slashing motion.
In his left hand, he was holding the sniper rifle that he had just discarded!
Rokuro's body slightly leaned back, his pupils shrank, and the trigger in his hand slowed down.
The next moment.
Bang!
Tanjuro, who had already rushed to his face, directly pressed the barrel of the gun against Rokuro's forehead, forcefully pulling the trigger!
With a burst of yellow and white stuff flying out, Rokuro temporarily lost his brain, producing a moment of trance.
On his neck, the Blood Demon Art produced by the black shadow also disappeared instantly!
"Hiss——!!"
"Sun Breathing·First Form, Dance——Enbu!"
The Nichirin Sword held in his right hand, instantly wrapped in an incredibly dazzling, like erupting magma, sun flame!
Boom!
Heavily slashed on Rokuro's neck!
Pfft——!
With the red light cutting through the night in a complete and powerful arc!
Rokuro's head, with a shocked expression, flew high.
Inside Tanjuro, a quarter of the "resurrection" power, just ran out.
...
...
In the distance.
A purple-black figure that was constantly sprinting, suddenly stopped his steps.
He raised his head, looking in a direction.