Chapter 20: Reinforcement.
Night.
The pale moon hung in the ink-like rolling night sky, the clouds dimmed the moonlight.
In the distance.
Stomp stomp stomp!!
Two figures running at high speed were quickly shuttling through the mountains, quickly passing by the trees, the branches were slightly swaying by the wind they brought.
At night, it's impossible to see the figures of the two people clearly, you can only barely see the two pairs of legs turned into afterimages.
In the sky above the treetops, a black crow was circling with its wings flapping.
"Caw!! Go ahead! Go ahead!!"
...
...
On the other side.
Town.
Murata kept running, attracting the attention of the demon.
Finally, he ran to the completely opposite direction of that mother—the other side of the ruins.
This way, there should be no problem!
Murata thought.
On one side of the collapsed house ruins, the dust slowly dispersed, revealing the twisted figure trying to stand on it.
"—Roar!"
With the creaking sound of bones that made people's teeth sour, the twisted body of the demon that was smashed suddenly twitched.
Crack! ——Slap!
The twisted limbs twitched and spun a few times, then were firmly fixed in the correct position by the restored muscles.
The demon straightened his waist, stretching from his waist to his fingers, looking up at the moon hanging in the sky, then his crimson pupils slowly moved down, looking down at Murata from a high position.
A long tongue, carrying disgusting saliva, slowly slid out of his mouth, and the demon looked up and down at Murata.
Upon seeing the Nichirin Sword in Murata's hand and the black uniform on his body, the ferocious face showed an impatient expression:
"Heh... another Demon Slayer?"
The demon's voice was sharp, he scratched his purplish skin, and the sharp black nails left a mark on his body, the thin skin that was close to the muscles slightly undulated:
"One after another, it's really annoying!"
Drip, drip ——hiss!
Saliva pulled into a silk line, falling along the long tongue onto the ruins under the demon's feet, corroding the broken wood into black pits.
But it's just in time.
Eating high-quality humans, his strength will increase again.
Just a little bit more, he could touch...
——The level of the Twelve Demon Moons!
The demon's crimson pupils were filled with excitement like madness.
At that time, he could eat that arrogant guy who always disgusted the demons!
Creak...
He slightly bent his knees, squatting on the ruins, his pupils staring straight at Murata's direction, the muscles in his calves slowly tightened, and the veins in his calves bulged.
The smell of rust mixed with stench and blood directly choked the nostrils, Murata shivered standing in place, his feet spread apart, and the Nichirin Sword in his hand was already unsheathed.
It smells so bad...!
Murata gritted his teeth, his face turned green, he stood the Nichirin Sword in front of him, and looked at the demon not far in front of him.
He is Murata, just an ordinary Demon Slayer Corps Kanoe.
The other people who were on the mission with him have already disappeared, and now only he is left!
There is still no whereabouts, it is very likely that...
He swallowed nervously, and the arm holding the Nichirin Sword kept trembling:
"Come! Come on!!"
Don't mess up! Murata!!
Murata stared at the demon not far away,
His hand holding the hilt of the sword was already soaked with sweat.
At this moment.
Boom!
The demon's legs suddenly exerted force! The ruins under his feet were suddenly stomped by a huge force! A radiation-like crack appeared! It sank down!
Whoosh!!
Almost instantly, the demon turned into a sprinting afterimage and disappeared in place.
Murata's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, and his eyes quickly observed the surroundings.
Whoosh!
When he reacted, the demon who had turned into an afterimage and roared had already rushed to his front!
"Roar!!!"
Here it comes!
[Full Concentration·Water Breathing]!
Murata suddenly twisted his body, he took a big breath at a high speed, then twisted his waist, his feet firmly grasped the ground, driving his whole body!
Step!
Murata took a big step towards the direction of the demon! Firmly stepped on the ground!
The muscles were tense, the waist forcefully pulled the arm, and both hands tightly held the Nichirin Sword!
The potential energy of the whole body was immediately concentrated on the tip of the sword!
"Heave-ho!!!"
The blade that broke through the wind suddenly turned sideways, aiming at the position where the demon was rushing!
[Water Breathing·First Form]!
[Water Surface Slash - Minamogiri]!
Whoosh!
The sharp blade, like a whip swung at high speed, brought a sharp edge, and slashed horizontally in front of him!
Tiny white waves were raised on the tip of the sword, and then disappeared without a trace.
At the moment of completing the slash.
Murata's forehead was sweating coldly, he felt the feeling of slashing in his hand, and he felt uneasy.
——Didn't cut it!
Thoughts can be completed in an instant, but the action of striking can't be taken back in the moment of thinking!
Murata fell into a moment of stiffness after the attack, due to the force exerted on his body.
In other words—after-swing.
This moment is fatal in a fight with a demon.
Drip.
Saliva dripped from above, landing on Murata's hair.
Hiss——!
A corrosive white smoke suddenly rose!
The demon was hovering behind Murata's head, blocking the moon above his head, its claws tensed, and its sharp nails turned into blades!
Whoosh!
The arm swung round, the palm cut through the air, and quickly hit towards Murata's neck!
"Die!"
Murata didn't have time to turn his head, his face showed horror, a chill climbed up his spine, and stayed behind his neck.
—Damn it!
Suddenly, he felt extremely calm in his heart.
Ah, it's all over.
Murata clenched his eyes tightly, he gripped the Nichirin Sword tightly, his heart was desperate.
Sorry, father, mother.
Sorry, teammates.
He hung his head low, his black short hair swaying slightly.
I'm going to die.
But!
Murata suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of determination!
At least before death! Cut him once!
Thinking this way, Murata gritted his teeth, he gripped the Nichirin Sword in his hand, and forcefully turned around quickly towards his back!
But before he could completely turn his head, he just saw the demon's hideous figure under the moon with his peripheral vision.
At this moment!
Not far away.
Hiss——!
The figure running at high speed suddenly stepped on the ground, he braked.
The dark red feather weave was raised due to inertia, the dark red high ponytail swaying.
Clang!
He moved smoothly, instantly pulled out his blade from the scabbard at his waist.
And held it in reverse, raised it high!
He held the blade horizontally, aimed the moonlit blade tip at the demon that was rising behind Murata not far away.
His arm slightly pulled back, making a throwing motion.
He took a deep breath!
"Hiss——!!" A large amount of oxygen was instantly inhaled into his lungs, compressed and sent to every corner of his body!
Creak...
He tensed all his muscles, the sound of his feet gripping the ground was clearly audible!
Then!
—[Sun Breathing]
—[Seventh Form]
—[Sunflower Thrust - Yokatotsu]!
Boom!
Dazzling flames instantly erupted, bursting forth upon the blade! The scorching flames flipped and burned in the darkness of the night!
Upon the jet-black blade, radiant sunlight flared up instantly, incomparably dazzling in the night!
With all his strength! The striking blade in his hand was suddenly hurled towards the demon!
Swoosh—!!
Accompanying the blade's launch, there was also a rapidly fading silhouette beside him!
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