Emiya narrowed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
If he wanted to, he could release the Dragon of Greed and swallow Daki in an instant.
But he didn't.
Doing that would scare Gyutaro, who was hiding inside Daki.
And more importantly, it would alert Muzan Kibutsuji, who stood behind them both.
If Muzan went into hiding, the game would end.
So Emiya deliberately fought Daki to a stalemate.
It was bait.
For Gyutaro.
For Muzan.
To maintain the illusion, Emiya even deliberately used Sun Breathing.
He was certain Muzan could see everything through Daki.
And with Muzan's personality, the moment he saw Sun Breathing, he would send reinforcements at all costs.
A Demon Slayer who knew Sun Breathing could not be allowed to live.
Perhaps-
Upper Rank One.
Kokushibo.
Yoriichi's elder brother.
Sun Breathing, Sixth Form: Burning Sun!
After the initial exchange failed to produce results, Emiya immediately pressed forward.
His blade spun as he charged.
Daki unleashed her Blood Demon Art, eight sashes striking from all directions.
They were all deflected.
In just a few breaths, Emiya closed the distance.
The flames on his Nichirin blade radiated intense heat.
Daki felt as though she had been thrown into a furnace.
Unbearable.
The next instant, Emiya's blade flashed past her neck.
Her head flew.
"I got her!"
Emiya spoke loudly, deliberately smug.
Daki clutched her head and screamed.
"Aaaah! My head! It's been cut off! Brother-aaaaah!"
Gyutaro emerged from within her body.
Bare-chested.
Hunched.
Skinny.
Short black-and-green hair.
Pale skin covered in dark blue tattoos.
Bloody red fingernails.
An ugly monster.
But one worthy of the title Upper Rank.
Emiya pretended to be shocked and attacked immediately.
Sun Breathing, Seventh Form: Thrusting Dragon!
Gyutaro reacted instantly.
Two sickle-shaped weapons formed in his hands, bone-like and blood-colored.
Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Sickles.
He swung.
Countless thin blood blades erupted, surrounding Emiya.
Emiya already knew these attacks.
Poisoned.
Trajectory-changing.
They wouldn't disappear until they hit their target.
He wasn't worried.
His Nichirin blade danced.
Sun Breathing surged as he repeatedly unleashed Dance.
Flames roared.
Blood vaporized.
Then Emiya stepped forward.
Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Solar Halo Dragon Dance!
His blade carved through the air.
Flames erupted like a furious fire dragon, lunging for Gyutaro's head.
Blood Demon Art: Rampant Blood Sickle!
Death loomed.
Gyutaro's pupils shrank.
He swung his twin sickles wildly, creating a dense shield of slashes.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Metal rang endlessly.
Emiya didn't rush.
He wasn't trying to kill Gyutaro.
He fought calmly.
This wasn't Emiya's first monster.
But it was his first martial-arts-focused demon.
He wasn't using Physic.
Not Nen.
Not Armament Haki.
Not the Bomu Bomu no Mi.
Not the Warp-Warp Fruit.
Only Sun Breathing.
And with just that, he couldn't overwhelm Upper Rank Six yet.
Without Observation Haki, he would've been wounded long ago.
But with it, he anticipated every move.
Maintained the stalemate.
The Kyogoku House wasn't so lucky.
Under their battle, it was reduced to ruins.
Renovation was inevitable.
If they fought harder, rebuilding from scratch would be faster.
Whoosh!
Daki seized an opening.
Her eight sashes cut in.
Sun Breathing, Ninth Form: Daylight Waltz!
Emiya vanished upward, twisting midair and deflecting all eight.
He landed.
Rotated.
Sun Breathing, Fourth Form: Fake Rainbow!
Afterimages appeared.
Gyutaro's sickles passed through nothing.
Emiya flashed aside.
Front and back.
Gyutaro and Daki boxed him in.
Daki sneered.
"No matter who you are, you're dead today. No one can save you. My brother said so."
He hadn't.
But Emiya chuckled anyway.
"That won't be easy."
"Brother, kill him!" Daki screamed.
Gyutaro nodded.
They attacked together.
Perfect coordination.
Emiya remained calm.
Sun Breathing.
Observation Haki.
Not effortless anymore.
But still steady.
He looked cornered.
In reality, he wasn't injured at all.
Under pressure, his grasp of Sun Breathing deepened.
At the same time, outside the Kyogoku House-
The Sound Hashira, Tengen Uzui, had finished evacuating civilians.
He reunited with his three wives.
They observed the battle.
By the way, his wives had been hiding in Yoshiwara all along.
In the original timeline, their disappearance triggered this battle.
After defeating Daki and Gyutaro, Tengen would lose an eye and an arm.
That was why Emiya knew they were here.
"Lord Tengen," Makio said anxiously. "That swordsman's in danger. Should we help him?"
"No need," Tengen replied.
"I don't know why Lord Emiya is stalling, but with his strength, he'll kill them flamboyantly when he wants."
He knew how strong Emiya was.
He had learned Nen.
His wives were curious.
But they didn't intervene.
An hour passed.
Emiya was still suppressed.
Two hours.
His Sun Breathing grew sharper.
Three hours.
Still a stalemate.
"He's stalling, brother," Daki hissed.
If this continued, dawn would come.
They would die.
Gyutaro realized it too.
His attacks grew vicious.
Still useless.
Another hour passed.
Gyutaro understood.
They couldn't kill Emiya.
"Let's go!"
If they stayed, sunlight would end everything.
"That won't do."
Emiya stepped forward.
Blocked them.
His attacks forced them back again and again.
Breakthrough attempts failed.
At last, the demons believed they understood.
They thought Emiya couldn't defeat them.
So he planned to stall until sunrise.
Gyutaro's rage exploded.
He fought like his life depended on it.
Because it did.
At first, Emiya was pressured.
Then he stabilized.
From time to time, he glanced toward the window.
Smiling faintly.
As if waiting for dawn.
In truth, he was watching.
Waiting.
To see if any other Upper Ranks would arrive.
Two more hours passed.
It was around three in the morning.
Sunrise was close.
Emiya was still full of energy.
That was Sun Breathing.
As long as the breathing was correct, stamina recovered rapidly.
If this technique existed in the One Piece world, it would be classified as a supreme secret art.
It would rewrite countless battles.
Take Shiki the Golden Lion.
When Roger surrendered, the Marines claimed they captured him.
Enraged, Shiki stormed Marineford.
He fought Monkey D. Garp and Sengoku.
Their battle destroyed nearly half the city.
Shiki lost.
Not because he was weaker.
But because he exhausted himself.
Captured.
Impel Down.
Level Six.
Endless Hell.
If he had Sun Breathing-
The outcome might have been very different.
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