Chapter 30: Ninja.
Chapter 30: Ninja.
In the pitch-black room.
Kokushibo was holding with trembling hands, that child-sized dark red sleeve, his six golden pupils reflected the dark red of the worn-out clothing.
The original red color of the sleeve had faded a lot, and now it could barely be recognized.
His six pupils quickly scanned and observed, the heart that had been silent for more than three hundred years once again began to fluctuate.
Tsugikuni... Yoriichi...
"How is this possible..."
His fingers stroked the clothing that seemed to easily fall apart.
Upon observing the blurred family crest of the Sengoku period on the clothing.
Kokushibo was completely convinced that this was the clothing of his own younger brother - Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Kokushibo stood silently in the room, he lowered his head, his six crimson sclera eyes stared straight at the sleeve.
A suffocating feeling suddenly surged from his heart to his skull.
Even his breath stopped.
Like a dead object.
After a long time.
Kokushibo's hoarse voice, speaking to himself, slowly began to tremble:
"If... you are still alive... to this day..."
"Then..."
Kokushibo slowly raised his head, he only felt that the strong restlessness and frustration in his heart seemed to be grinding his internal organs into mud.
His six red sclera golden pupils, exaggeratedly widened to the maximum, his self-talking tone became extremely hateful:
"I..."
"What... is the meaning... of becoming a demon..."
Creak...
The hands holding the sleeve gradually bulged with veins, Kokushibo stared straight ahead, his tense hands trembling uncontrollably due to anger and jealousy.
With a crisp sound of clothing tearing.
Creak——!
The dark red worn-out kimono completely turned into dust.
Slowly drifting in the dark room.
Veins crawled on his face, the demon's fangs slowly became ferocious.
He only felt that his breath, which had been polished to perfection, was so heavy for the first time in three hundred years after witnessing Yoriichi's death.
.....
Just as Kokushibo was standing silently, his long-lonely heart kept thinking wildly.
Sha Sha...
"...Kokushibo...where are you now..."
Sha Sha...
A hoarse voice, like black noise, flickered and passed through his brain.
It was Muzan.
Kokushibo raised his head, he didn't answer, just waited silently for Muzan's next sentence.
"...Go...to Tokyo..."
"...Lower Rank Moon's demon...is there..."
Kokushibo listened to Muzan's hoarse and vague voice in his heart, he who was emotionally fluctuating actually felt quite annoyed at Muzan for a moment.
"I Found...Tsugikuni Yoriichi..."
After hearing Muzan's this sentence clearly.
...What?
Kokushibo stood in place, he was stunned for a while, an unknown emotion quickly surged up in his heart.
Then, his eye sockets unnaturally trembled.
Click Click
His trembling hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, Kokushibo held back his emotions, he forcefully turned around, facing the door.
Creak...
Bang!
With a huge noise coming from the door.
A purple-black figure turned into an afterimage, instantly rushing towards the direction of the foot of the mountain.
Hua——!!
The trees along the way were all blown away by the powerful penetrating force, a mess.
...
...
Tokyo.
Unlike the dark mountaintop, the environment here is quite bright.
However, the ground street lights or the shops next to the street, as if they had been plowed over, were all a mess.
The smoke from the explosion, accompanied by the fire, spread in the dark night sky.
At the other end of the street.
Rooftop.
Rokuro's pupils rolled white, he convulsed for a while before reacting, his hand that was twisted to deformity due to convulsion instantly returned to normal.
"Heh cough...ha..."
—Just now? Was that the voice of that person?
What did he say?
Suddenly, Rokuro came to his senses, he suddenly realized.
—No, these things don't matter to me!
The important thing now is not this!
Rokuro was a little flustered for a while, he didn't care about these, he casually threw the gun on the ground, his gaze looked at the position where Rengoku Kyojuro was standing just now.
Because he had shot his own brain with a handgun many times before, Rokuro's memory and thoughts had been somewhat blurred.
At this moment, the only will filled in his brain is to take revenge on that demon hunter!
But when he looked down at the street.
There were three demon hunters standing there, two of them had already disappeared!
Only one pink-haired girl was standing there!
!?
Disappeared!
Rokuro stood up, his crimson pupils quickly swept around.
The next moment.
In his field of vision, a red sword suddenly stabbed up from below!
"Hiss——!!"
[Flame Breathing·First Form]
Whoosh!
The sword tip wrapped in dazzling flames instantly swept in front of him!
[Unknowing Fire——Shiranui]!
Puchi!
The sword that came slashing in an instant, fiercely cut on Rokuro's arms that he quickly reacted and raised to block!
The sound of the sword entering the flesh came, blood splashed on Rokuro's face with a ferocious smile, he opened his crimson eyes wide, staring at Kyojuro who rushed from the street to the rooftop in an instant.
Hmm?
Rokuro squinted his eyes slightly, he looked at Kyojuro who suddenly stabbed in front of him and slashed, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
Then, he self-amputated his arms and quickly retreated.
Plop.
The hot flame traced a mark on the dark rooftop, Rengoku Kyojuro stepped on the edge of the rooftop, he firmly stood on his heels.
Standing upright, Kyojuro quickly positioned his sword in front of him.
"Huff..." White steam slowly drifted from the corner of his mouth.
Rengoku Kyojuro was staring at the numbers in Rokuro's eyes, the blood on his forehead temporarily stopped by his breathing technique.
Lower Rank Two.
There are numbers in his eyes, he is one of the Twelve Demon Moons!
Kyojuro's thick black eyebrows slightly raised, he became alert.
Pfft!
Rokuro jumped back a few steps, the position where his arms were cut off bulged with veins, his muscles tensed and twitched, quickly regrowing a pair of arms.
Just now, he seemed to feel that this flame-haired man looked somewhat different from his memory.
Well, who cares.
He was grinning fiercely, tugging at the white gloves that had grown on his hand, his black military coat fluttering in the wind, he pointed at Kyojuro:
"...I have never forgotten the humiliation you gave me!"
"It took me who knows how many years! I have become stronger!"
His expression became crazed, the fierce wolf tooth patterns on his face slightly twisted:
"Now! I am one of the Twelve Demon Moons!"
Click!
Rokuro pulled out a pistol from his military coat, pointed at Kyojuro Rengoku, and laughed arrogantly:
"Rengoku Shinjuro! Today is the day...!"
"The day of my revenge!"
"Be prepared!! Ren..."
Rokuro's words were cut off halfway.
Step!
A figure in dark red feathers quietly appeared behind Rokuro.
The pitch-black Nichirin Sword, from behind Rokuro, extended its sword.
The sword instinctively aimed at the position of the heart, but hesitated for a moment.
Click!
The shiny sword turned sideways! Adjusted its direction, and forcefully chopped towards Rokuro's neck!
Pfft!
The sound of the sword entering the flesh came abruptly from the neck!
"!!" Rokuro abruptly stopped his speech, his pupils shrank sharply, staring dead at the Nichirin Sword that had already touched his neck!
Behind?!
When?!
But, as Lower Rank Two, Rokuro's survival instinct is even closer to that of the Lord.
His mind didn't react, but his body had automatically made a move:
"Blood Demon Art: Shadow Wolf!"
Plop...
Suddenly, the neck that had been cut by the sword turned into a shadow! In the pitch-black shadow, a pair of narrow eyes opened!
The sword plunged into it, but it was like sinking into a swamp, slowly sinking.
Kamado Tanjuro was holding the hilt of the sword, standing behind Rokuro.
His expression was somewhat surprised.