Bullying (2)

{(Sorry not posting in a while, I'm currently moving houses and using WiFi from a mall to post this chapter 😭)}

"Oh hi, Doll. I thought you were coming through the front door. " Muichiro said, with a bit of mockery lingering in his tone. He was facing the girl. The boy had completely disregarded the demon in the room.

"Well..." Mitsuri held the hilt of her sword and looked at him, then towards the demon. "I heard they fought, so I came down here since it was faster."

"Ah, I see." Muichiro nodded a bit. He swung his sword, making the blood fly off of his blade and onto the wooden floor.

Just then, a few dozen shards of ice came flying towards them. The demon had used the opportunity to use her blood demon art and attack them, hoping to catch them off guard.

However, she was too naive and inexperienced in fighting Demon Slayers, and she was facing two Hashiras at that. She had hopes of catching them off guard, but since the two were experienced Hashiras, her chances of actually accomplishing it were nill.

[Flame Breathing. Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation]

Muichiro swung his sword in a large circular motion, blocking all of the ice shards from coming anywhere near him and Mitsuri since she was behind him. Seeing the opening, Mitsuri unshielded her blade and lunged forward, going over Muichiro.

The boy always found her whipped blade a bit odd, but yeah, who was he to tell her what sword to use? Whatever words she chooses for her wordsShe's an independent woman.

[Love Breathing. First Form: First Love Shivers]

Mitsuri slashed her extended blade all around the demon, making deep cuts all over her body and cutting off her arms. Her neck was almost cut for the second time in a five-minute period.

She screamed in agony, indicating that she had not yet built a high tolerance to pain like most demons, and by the way she was fighting it, said it all. The woman was too inexperienced in fighting as a demon.

When a demon fights, they don't need to worry about running out of stamina or losing any limbs. They just have to make sure they don't get decapitated or killed by the sun. All other injuries would heal within the hour.

The woman wasn't focused on her neck that much. That is what caused her to almost die twice now. Muichiro and Mitsuri weren't even trying that much. Both of them could kill her at any moment they wanted with no effort.

If Muichiro was trying in this fight, he would be using Mist Breathing since that's the style he's strongest with, not a style he learned a few weeks ago. His swordsmanship when using flame breathing was a bit sloppy since he hadn't had enough time to practice it yet.

Mitsuri wasn't even putting all of her strength into her slashes as well.

The demon gritted her teeth and put all her strength in her legs. She jumped up, going through the roof of the house. It was clear she couldn't take them, she couldn't dream of it, so she had to run.

Muichiro and Mitsuri chased after her. She thought she could outrun them, but she was strong. The two landed on the roof and immediately chased after the demon. She had already regenerated from the damage Mitsuri had caused.

"Just leave me alone!" She shouted, creating more shards of ice. Muichiro thought she could do more, but it seems she recently gained the ability.

Mitsuri sped up and jumped through them, bending her body in such a way that none of the ice even stretched her. Muichiro wasn't THAT flexible, so he jumped over it.

It only took a few mere seconds for them to catch up to her. Muichiro was better at long range while Mitsuri was better at close range. As Hashiras said, they didn't need to communicate much to work together.

[Love Breathing, Third Form: Catlove Shower]

Mitsuri jumped into the air and sent multiple slashes towards the demon in quick succession. The demon managed to create a wall of it that blocked all of her attacks. The ice was destroyed in the process, though.

She gritted her teeth and looked down to find Muichiro already there, preparing an attack.

[Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun. Flame Breathing]

Muichiro slashed upwards, aiming for her neck. She couldn't move in time to dodge it, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything.

Muichiro's blade collided with the ice that had collected on her neck, protecting her. However, his blade was also covered in a thin layer of ice, making it a bit brittle. If it wasn't for that, he could have slashed through the ice and, in turn, her neck.

The demon sent two strong kicks towards him, but Muichiro raised a leg. Her kicks were aimed at his torso from the side and could distort his breathing. She rested her foot on his knee and kicked off to create some distance between the two.

The woman landed on the next roof over while Muichiro stumbled back two steps due to the force of her take off. He tapped the side of his thigh where she had kicked. It stung a bit, but the pain subsided not long after. Mitsuri landed next to him with her sword still drawn.

"Mui, are you okay?"

"Yeah. She's not very strong." Muichiro eyes never left the demon. He looked at his sword and saw the ice was already starting to mult. "She's smart though." 

"What do you mean?" Mitsuri asked taking a glanced at him. He showed her his sword but Mitsuri didn't get it. 

Muichiro sighed and spoke up, "A blade gets too cold it becomes stiffer and more pron to shatter or blake." 

"Ohhh. I get it now!" Muichiro nodded with a small smile. Muichiro hummed and gripped his sword tighter and lunged forward. 

"Mui! Wait for me!" Mitsuri shouted chasing after the boy, yet, he didn't slow down. 

"What pests you are!" The demon screamed. "Why wouldn't you just die?! I'm a demon, I'm strong–" 

"By the grace of–you talk way too much." Muichiro said. He jumped into the air and dove towards her. She clicked her tongue and created several small cubes of ice. Cold mist was seeping from them as long thin spikes if ice shot towards the boy. 

Throughout most of this fight the two have been relatively unfazed. They could of killed her many times already if they were really trying, and they still aren't. 

The spines shot up towards the boy making it almost impossible for him to dodge them all while being in mid air. So the boy did just that, dodge while being in midair. 

Just as the closet spike neared him, the boy titled his body allowing the spike to go right pass him. Muichiro landed on any other one that was a bit lower down, because of the ice he needed a bit of time to regain his balance and fix his footwork. 

The fact that all of the spikes were at a downwards angel didn't make it any better. 

'Such simplistic attacks–'

Muichiro thought placing his left foot behind his right. Just then, every spike started to vibrate and shot out smaller spikes towards the boy. They weren't as deadly, but it was a bit more difficult to handle because of how the number of them. 

Muichiro's eyes darted around because a small frown formed on his emotionless expression.  

'She's learning, and fast. If she had a bit more experience and a more leveled head them I'm sure she can become a strong demon without the need to eat as many humans.' 

Such a thing wouldn't of startled many slayers, but it was definitely concerning. 

A demon able to adapt and counter the fighting styles of Hashiras–despite them not going all out–was more than rare, to say the least. 

She was already able to see that Muichiro wasn't very accurate than Mitsuri, obviously because Flame Breathing was still need to him. 

Flame Breathing was a style that focused of single powerful slashes, while Mist Breathing was the opposites. Almost all of its forms had the swordsman releasing a number of slashed at a time. 

'Let's changed things up a bit.'

[Mist Breathing. Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze]

Muichiro dashed down, dripping his sword to the point where his knuckles turned white. He cut down everything that was thrown at him while doing so.

He jumped off the collapsing spike and founded himself right in front of the stunned demon. As he said, she didn't have enough experience. She couldn't keep a cool head when in a tight spot. 

'Well, might as well use it here.' Muichiro thought taking a beep breath. The world around him went dark as he had one focus on his mind.

The demon standing right in front of him. 

[Mist Breathing. Eighth Form: Blinding Mist]