1v8

"Greet the Master, everyone!" The Eight Hashiras said in unison.

"Good afternoon, everyone. The weather today is lovely, just like my current mood. I'm delighted to see everyone again," Kagaya Ubuyashiki said slowly.

His voice was as gentle as water, making Tanjiro and the others unconsciously feel joyful and pleased, with a floating sensation in their heads.

"My Master, we are pleased to see you in good health," Gyomei Himejima said, tears welling up in his eyes as he choked up.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki nodded with a smile and, with the support of the two white-haired girls, knelt down on the tatami mat, gesturing for the Hashiras to rise.

After coughing twice, Kagaya Ubuyashiki said, "I called everyone here for an emergency Hashira Meeting because of important information related to our ultimate target, Kibutsuji Muzan."

The Hashiras had already received some information and were prepared, so they didn't react too excitedly.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki's "gaze" swept around the room and fell into the distance as he said softly, "Mr. Aomori, please tell us about the situation you encountered."

In an instant, all eyes in the room focused on Aomori.

Aomori remained calm, stepped forward, and, like an outsider, began to narrate the encounter with Muzan in a flat tone.

"Red eyes, a young man, dressed in formal attire..." Kagaya Ubuyashiki sighed, "It seems that Muzan has been disguising himself as a human and hiding among us all these years. Finally, we have caught him by the tail."

"Mr. Aomori, would you be able to spare some time later to collaborate with an artist and create a portrait of Muzan to help us locate him?"

"Of course. I can cooperate with you in the matter of eliminating Muzan and his demons. In return, I hope to have the authority to command the Hashiras and access the highest level of resources within the Demon Slayer Corps," Aomori said directly. With time being of the essence, he didn't beat around the bush.

Upon hearing this, except for Kagaya Ubuyashiki, who remained calm, everyone else was shocked.

Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn't hold back any longer. He turned to Aomori and questioned, "Hey, do you even know what you're saying? You actually want to command us. Whether what you encountered was really Muzan is still uncertain. Perhaps it was just a minor demon."

"I have the same doubts. How can you be sure that what you encountered was Muzan? You should present evidence," Kyojuro Rengoku said bluntly.

"I'm afraid he can't provide any," Mitsuri Kanroji said.

Gyomei Himejima recited a sutra, while Muichiro Tokito looked up at the sky, both without expression.

Tomioka stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I believe in my own judgment. Only Muzan would leave behind such a remarkable demonic presence."

"Heh, coincidentally, I only believe in my own judgment," Sanemi Shinazugawa sneered.

"Tomioka, as far as I know, you weren't even there at the time. So your words are not very convincing. It seems Mr. Aomori needs to provide reliable evidence," Mitsuri Kanroji sided with Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Aomori shook his head, "I have no evidence. If anything, I am the evidence."

"If I knock all of you down here, does that prove I'm not lying?" 

"You want to knock us down?" Sanemi Shinazugawa clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles, and showed a sinister smile. "Alright, that suits me just fine!"

"Hahaha!" Kyojuro Rengoku let out a hearty laugh. "This is truly exhilarating!"

"As the god of festivals, I don't think I'll be knocked down by humans," Tengen Uzui said confidently, running his fingers through his hair.

"Humans always fail to see themselves clearly," Muichiro Tokito chuckled.

Mitsuri Kanroji shook her head, not optimistic about Aomori, and even prepared to treat him later.

Muichiro Tokito remained aloof.

Tomioka glanced at Sanemi Shinazugawa and said, "Mr. Aomori is stronger than I am."

'Is he implying that Aomori is stronger than all of us? Ha, arrogant guy,' Sanemi Shinazugawa's anger continued to rise.

"If you provoke the Hashiras like this, I can't ignore it," Gyomei Himejima, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up. He bowed to Kagaya Ubuyashiki and said, "My Master, let us have a contest with Mr. Aomori. If we lose, we will agree with him."

"You are all my beloved children. I don't want to see any of you injured. However, this is indeed a method that satisfies both sides. Therefore, I propose that we have a contest without weapons, using only our bare hands," Kagaya Ubuyashiki suggested. He didn't want them to accidentally die at each other's hands, so he chose a compromise.

"I agree with my Master's proposal." Gyomei Himejima said first.

The other Hashiras also agreed. After all, they weren't fighting demons, so there was no need to exert full force.

Aomori also nodded in agreement, which suited him.

In terms of bare-handed combat, as someone who had mastered the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, he felt that everyone present was rubbish.

"You all attack together," Aomori said to them before they could even set the rules.

"Aomori, you want one person to fight five?" Tanjiro exclaimed in surprise. He instinctively excluded his own Tomioka , the gentle elder sister Mitsuri Kanroji, and the absent-minded Muichiro Tokito from the equation.

"No, I want one person to fight Eight."

Damn, that's arrogant!

Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of all the Hashiras present. They were among the strongest humans, so how could they be looked down upon like this? Can they bear it?

Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn't hold back anymore. He charged towards Aomori. "First, defeat me before talking big!"

All the Hashiras were swordsmen who had reached the level of "Total Concentration Constant," so as Sanemi Shinazugawa raised his hand and moved, the Breath of Wind rapidly circulated. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Aomori. He clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, pounding towards Aomori's head like a heavy hammer.

However, the next moment, the imposing figure of Aomori vanished from his sight, and an irresistible force pressed him down to the ground.

As his forehead collided with the ground, Sanemi Shinazugawa felt dizzy. In his daze, he heard that annoying voice, "Is this enough?"

At this moment of chaos, Tanjiro didn't know what had happened. He just saw that menacing figure being pressed down by Aomori onto the ground, causing dense cracks to appear on the cement surface.

"Feels like he's not from this world," he couldn't help but take a few steps back, distancing himself to avoid being caught in the aftermath.

"Amazing! Take this punch!" Kyogai Tsuguko praised as he took two steps forward, throwing a straight right punch accompanied by billowing heat waves towards Aomori.

At the same time, Tengen Uzui approached Aomori from behind, his large palms swinging towards Aomori's ears.

On Aomori's left side, Iejiro Gyokko appeared out of nowhere, his two small hands stabbing towards Aomori's waist like daggers.

On Aomori's right side, Mitsuri Kanroji's swift whip leg kicked up.

And it wasn't over! Kocho, who had been sleepwalking before, unexpectedly jumped above Aomori. Her oversized clothing covered her hands and legs, making it impossible to discern the direction of her attack.

While Tanjiro was still shocked by Sanemi Shinazugawa's defeat, Kyogai Tsuguko and the others, though surprised, seized the opportunity to surround Aomori.

Seizing the opportunity, they aimed for a fatal blow.

These were the strongest Demon Slayer swordsmen with the title of "Hashiras," whose combat skills were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Unfortunately, their opponent was Aomori.

"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!"

Papapapapa!

Five consecutive crisp sounds echoed as Kyogai Tsuguko and the others attacking were simultaneously sent flying.

A hand pressed against Kyogai Tsuguko's back, catching him.

"Gyokko, thanks," Kyogai Tsuguko rubbed his wrist and said, "Be careful, his speed is incredibly fast."

Gyokko shook his head. Despite his blindness, he could "see" more with his outstanding hearing than Kyogai Tsuguko and the others could.

"Namu Amida Butsu, it's not just his speed," he said.

He took off his monk's robe, revealing his rock-solid muscles, and opened his arms, embracing Aomori like a giant bear.

Beside him, Muichiro Tokito opened his right hand, took a look, then clenched his fingers one by one, tightened his grip, and then stepped towards Aomori, joining the fray.

The Eight Hashiras besieged Aomori!

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