Crimson Field (4)

With Muichiro

Muichiro looked at the man in front of him. He was still unfazed by the demon standing a few meters away from him. His only concern was that they might drag out the fight, he expected there to be reinforcements from other slayers before sunrise.

He could be wrong but with how many people died he wouldn't be surprised if a Hashira came. "Hey, you said you have a wife, right? What's your name anyway?"

"Yes, she should be disposing of your scum friends right now, and you may call me Mr. Sato. Remember it, for I will be the one..." he wasn't given the chance to finish his statement.

"Hey, Sato was it. Cool, now I know your name. Let's see how long it takes for me to forget someone as insignificant as you. I bet it'll take a few minutes, maybe ten minutes."

"You insolent...!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with, I need to go get my daily dose of milk tea. Haven't had any in days."

Sato gritted his teeth. Veins formed on his forehead, and he screamed causing mist to cover the area.

'I think I pissed him off, damn man chill. It's just a prank. No need to be this upset, what's that?' Muichiro thought. He looked up seeing many pieces of glass that shot at him.

Muichiro shoot forward, he fell on his knees and slid on the ground avoiding all of the glass. Unfortunately, it turned and once again shot at him, but this time from behind.

He stood up and held his sword with both of his hands. Muichiro saw Sato at the other side of the area and frowned, now he had to make sure and keep tabs on him. Sato was weak, but his blood demon art was just a pain to deal with.

[Mist Breathing. Sixth Form: Lunar Dispersing Mist]

Muichiro backflipped into the air and over all of the shards of glass. He released countless slashes cutting all of the shards in half. The area was once again covered in mist. He hummed and tilted his head down, he felt Sato's aura but with the way the guy fights he had to focus on what he made.

He took a stance and shoot towards him, 'Why does he use his blood demon art in such a simple way? I think of dozens of ways to use it, it has so much potential, yet, he uses it in such a simple way. I would be surprised if in the future he could make an entire city and lure in humans. Whatever.'

His eyes widened as he looked up and saw a fucking big ass lug. Muichiro's eyes twitched ever so slightly when he was this, 'I guess that's... something. Definitely a step up, I guess.'

*BBOOOMM!!!*

The huge lug hit the ground blowing away most of the mist. Muichiro was midair next to it. His eyes glanced at Sato who stood to the nide with a stunned face. Muichiro didn't get why, he only dodge a huge lug that could destroy an entire building easily.

No big deal, really.

[Mist Breathing. First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze]

He thrust his sword through the lug causing it to explode into mist covering the area, again.

'This is going nowhere, I need to kill... what was his name. Oh shit! I forget his name in just under ten minutes, damn.' Muichiro stood up straight, "Hey. I forget your name. I told you I would."

Sato just stared at him completely stunned. His face morphed into pure rage before he screamed. Muichiro just blinked and shrugged dashing forward. He was going on the offensive now.

From what Sato said, Sabito and Makomo are also fighting a demon. He wants to get to him since it's harder for them to see through Sato's constructions. He was just assuming the other demon had a similar blood demon art or at least a strong one.

Sato looked up at him and claps his hands together.

[Blood Demon Art: Mist Construction: Quadruple Disks!]

More mist gathered high about him and formed four huge wooden disks. Sato grinned, "Now. Now you will die!"

'Now that's somewhat creative.' Muichiro thought. He was beginning to think Sato had no imagination. All of his attacks so far were so simple. This was the most creative he has ever seen Sato get and it's literally just four giant disks. That says something about him.

Muichiro didn't stop running even when the disks launched to him. Then one of the disks was close to him, he jump up and landed on it. The disk spun and was about to crash into the ground.

[Mist Breathing. First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze]

Muichiro jumped into the air and trusted his sword down, the disk exploded into mist and he landed on the ground a few meters away. Muichiro ran forward through the mist to where Sato was. He glanced upwards and saw the disks above him.

A small smile formed on his lip as he put all his strength into his arms before throwing his sword into the air. He was still running forward as the sword cut through two of the disks but missed the last one.

The disk turned directions and flew in Muichiro's direction, he was in front of Sato who was still grinning.

'What kind of swordsman throws away his sword! Stupid! Without those swords, you can't kill me!'

He was right, to some extent. Muichiro's sword spun in the air and fell back down, it just barely lined up with the disk and chipped it making it explode into fog.

'Waw, that actually worked? I just wanted to do something cool and do it quickly. I actually can't believe it only took my sword to touch his constructions to destroy them. Good thing though.' Muichiro thought.

His sword fell down and he caught his sword and slash at Sato's neck. Sato was looking down and combined with his long hair Muichiro couldn't see his face. He did however hear a low chuckle, his eyes widened as a needle pierced into his neck.

Muichiro could barely even see it much less react to it. Black vanes formed all over his body as his body shook. Where the needle pierced his stung but it was far from unbearable. That wasn't the case after whatever the needle did took into effect, his body felt like it was on fire.

His hands were trembling and his lungs were on fire. It was so hard just to hold his sword, but he still did. Muichiro gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tighter, then it connected with Sato's neck and went through.

The eyes of Sato's severed head widened, 'How! HOW HOW HOW! That was our trump card! No human should be able to endure that, no one! Even demons fell because of it, so how did a human boy whose not even fifteen endure it and sever my head! No, this must be a mistake!'

His head landed on the ground then rolled to the side. Muichiro stood there for a few seconds before his sword fell out of his hand and he followed it. He laid to the ground and saw a few people running towards him.

'Hm, I really didn't think anyone would make it. Huh, I wonder if I'm gonna die. I can't move my body, I can even turn my head. Just staying awake is taking so much out of me.'

Before Muichiro closed his eyes, his left eye changed. It went from mint green to light gray in a few seconds. Muichiro frowned, he could no longer see out of his left eye. It made him wonder what else happened to his body before he fell asleep.