Countless sword qi bloomed before Muichiro Tokito's eyes, his entire vision consumed by moon-white.
Hidden behind the moon-white, he saw a crimson blood moon.
Moon Breathing! A Breathing Technique never before recorded, named after the moon, it was undoubtedly one of the most powerful among all original Breathing Techniques.
Moreover, the creator of this original Breathing Technique had become a demon and lived until now.
If all the Pillars from before had attacked him together, they probably wouldn't have been his match.
From 'Moon Breathing,' he only saw bloody slaughter; it was a Breathing Technique created for killing.
Yet, this demon claimed to be his ancestor, which was an utter insult to him.
"Mist Breathing! Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds." Muichiro Tokito's eyes glowed with mist, and Mist Breathing reached its historical peak at this moment.
This was a sword form he created himself, using high-speed movement with significant variations in tempo to confuse the opponent and deliver a fatal blow instantly.
If it were before he gained the five temporary skills, this sword form of his would have been a mere monkey show in the opponent's 'Transparent World.'
But at this moment, his strength, speed, swordsmanship, and physical prowess all surpassed the opponent's, making this move an irresistible ultimate technique for the opponent.
The ethereal, formless clouds instantly enveloped a large area of space.
Countless moon-white crescent slashes spread out, falling in all directions like rain.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
All the houses, gardens, and even the outer walls of this ancient mansion, as well as the areas beyond the outer walls, were affected, as if a piled-up sandcastle had been blown apart.
If anyone were here, they would only see two streaks of moon-white and azure sword light intertwining amidst the flying dust and falling rocks, moving so fast that the eyes could only perceive the sparks left by the collision of blades a second later.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—
The clang of steel colliding and the hiss of sword qi cutting the ground formed a cacophony of sounds unbearable to the ears.
The battle did not last long, only ten seconds passed.
"A fiend created solely for killing, go to hell."
Kokushibo's arms had been severed at this point. Muichiro Tokito lunged in front of him, emotionlessly raising his nichirin blade and slashing towards his neck.
Kokushibo's six eyes trembled continuously. At this instant, he regained some of his sanity.
His body! He couldn't move!
No! It wasn't that he couldn't move; it was that his body's reaction had slowed down, causing his body to fail to keep up with the speed of his brain!
His breathing had also completely stopped!
During the first breath, he exchanged one thousand three hundred and twenty-three blows with his descendant. Although he was at a disadvantage here, it was not enough to defeat him.
In the second breath, his body clearly underwent some change; his breathing, swordsmanship, strength, and speed all began to dull.
By the ninth breath, his breathing was completely chaotic, and his body seemed to have returned to its human state.
In the tenth breath, both of his arms were severed in an instant, but he couldn't regenerate them immediately.
This was a sword technique created in an instant to counter him!
Swish!
A crisp, vibrating sound of a blade appeared, and a thin line appeared on Kokushibo's neck.
Kokushibo's six eyes instantly cleared.
His neck was cut!
But at this moment, memories flooded his mind like a tide.
Am I… about to die?
Are these memories, these scenes, a dying man's last moments, a revolving lantern?
Apart from his childhood, all his memories were of Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Or rather, from birth, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had permeated his life, and he could never escape his influence.
The memories finally froze on the two brothers standing on a high mountain, gazing at a distant town.
"Yoriichi, our Breathing Technique and swordsmanship have reached the pinnacle, yet no one can inherit them. If this continues, they will vanish into the dust of history."
Tsugikuni Yoriichi calmly replied, "No need to worry, brother. We are but tiny specks of dust in human history."
"In the future, there will surely be humans stronger and more accomplished than us."
"Our Breathing Technique and swordsmanship are merely insignificant skills to humanity."
"Perhaps at this very moment, someone stronger than us has already been born."
At that time, he was incredibly angry, not because his Breathing Technique would soon have no successor.
But because Tsugikuni Yoriichi remained so indifferent to the matter of having no successors.
The pinnacle of swordsmanship he pursued was insignificant in Yoriichi's eyes.
This was unparalleled talent; what he had pursued his entire life was insignificant to Yoriichi.
What he had always wanted was not to kill Yoriichi, but to become Yoriichi, to become that chosen one!
Three hundred years ago, Yoriichi, the chosen one, died. Three hundred years later, another chosen one appeared before him.
Just as Yoriichi had instantly killed him, Upper Moon One, three hundred years ago with a single strike.
The chosen one three hundred years later slew him, who had honed his Breathing Technique and swordsmanship for three hundred years, in just ten breaths.
His three hundred years of effort only matched the chosen one's ten breaths!
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's face disappeared before his eyes, replaced by Muichiro Tokito's face.
Looking at this young face, which bore a two-tenths resemblance to his own, he felt a strange sense of relief.
"Muichiro Tokito, hmm, you are very good… you are stronger than Yoriichi."
Although he still lost to the chosen one, this chosen one was his descendant.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi at fourteen was not as strong as Muichiro Tokito was at this moment.
This could be considered my victory over Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
"Nonsensical. Go to hell, your six eyes disgust me."
Muichiro Tokito said blandly. After speaking, the nichirin blade in his hand gave Kokushibo no chance of a dying counterattack, instantly unleashing over one thousand five hundred slashes.
Swish, swish, swish, swish—
The sword light formed a curtain of light, and Kokushibo was instantly cut into tiny fragments.
Even an Upper Moon demon, when cut into such pieces, would absolutely have no possibility of regeneration.
Moreover, 'Sealing Barrier' suppressed the demon's regeneration ability.
Thump—
Kokushibo's finely minced body scattered and turned into gray ashes, drifting away with the wind.
The second Kokushibo died, Muichiro Tokito felt as if all his strength had been drained. He immediately propped himself up with his nichirin blade, half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air, his vision blurred, and his mind dulled.
"The skill's negative effects have arrived…"
…
The instant Kokushibo died, Kibutsuji Muzan, who was preparing to hide in the Infinity Castle for a hundred years, felt his pupils constrict violently, his aura completely uncontrolled and spreading, and the blood vessels on his body wriggling like earthworms.
The sight of Kokushibo's death made Kibutsuji Muzan's body tremble incessantly.
Especially the final scene where Muichiro Tokito instantly unleashed one thousand five hundred slashes, which overlapped with the one thousand five hundred slashes Tsugikuni Yoriichi used to almost kill him three hundred years ago.
"Tsugikuni, Tsugikuni, Tsugikuni Yoriichi!"