"Lord?"
"It's Kamado Eiichiro... damn it... he's found me!"
"Snap~" The painting shattered like a mirror... Black blood sprouted a flame from Roy's fingertip, burning instantly to nothing... At that moment, the young man withdrew his gaze, stood up, and simply said, "Thanks."
Turning to leave,
He was stopped halfway by Tamayo's voice,
The woman looked at the back of the young man and said, "You're going alone?"
Roy halted his steps, clenching the sword in his hand: "Three people are a burden, two people are too many, one person... just right."
"There's an Upper Moon beside him, and it's... Upper Moon One!"
Kokushibo? Roy suddenly remembered, when Tsugikuni Yoriichi met him again in his twilight years, he said that thing to Kokushibo, or rather Tsugikuni Yoriichi: "How ugly, Nissan."
Holding the sword with one hand, he performed a sword flourish and said, "Then kill him too!"
Life Energy is all the same, must not waste!
"You're too arrogant!" Yushiro stood up abruptly, anxiously saying, "What if, what if you don't come back?"
"Then I won't return!" His body transformed into phosphorescence as Roy wielded his sword, merging into the moonlight, and slipped away through the villa window... The great hall was left with only an empty cup on the table lingering with some warmth, and... Tamayo and Yushiro standing, with a bow and silence.....
Moments later, moonlight spilled in, and there was no breath.....
Yushiro suddenly snapped back to his senses, let out a sullen grunt and said, "Miss Tamayo, don't bother about him, let him die."
Tamayo was silent for a while but then said, "But what if?"
The woman rose with a bow, turned her head to look intently at the young boy with the blue hair, seriously said, "What if he really gets killed by that person?"
Yushiro: "....."
Stunned, then plopped down onto the sofa, curled into a ball... Yes, what if, he really can do it?
Silence pervaded the villa at this moment,
Though the two hearts were seated in the living room, their thoughts seemed tied to Roy's waist, as he drifted afar... Using the moonlight as a springboard, the young man pursued by following the causal thread with Muzan... The causal thread twisted and turned, constantly shifting positions, as if hiding, more like... fleeing!
If Yoriichi were here, would he mock the opponent... "How ugly, Muzan....."
Roy didn't know, he only knew... the light would let all filth and foulness have nowhere to hide, including... Muzan's reliance, the Infinity Castle!
Closer... ten kilometers... five kilometers... three kilometers... two kilometers... As the causal line kept shortening... Until reaching one kilometer, suddenly slowed for a moment, then twisted forward again... Roy abruptly emerged from the moonlight, and from afar saw a swordsman, face bearing six eyes, golden pupils inscribed with "Upper Moon" and "One", clad in a purple snake-pattern and black-spotted kimono paired with a solemn black hakama, holding the sword while standing, waiting quietly.
Ancient, dignified, traditional yet carrying a hint of sinister... Roy stepped forward with the moonlight, as he lightly landed before the opponent, silently facing him.
"Kamado Eiichiro...."
"Tsugikuni Yoriichi...."
"Do you know my name?"
"Ugly as you are, your name is well known....."
Kokushibo paused, raising his eyes to watch the young man's flame-red long hair sway with the wind, slightly messy yet interspersed with a casual and carefree demeanor, he momentarily dazed, as if seeing that swordsman who he once envied and drove him mad, his own younger brother... Tsugikuni Yoriichi.....
"Ugly... haha… he said the same thing...." Kokushibo whispered softly.
"He wasn't wrong." Roy casually said, with an earring dangling the sun and mountain, "Do you want to take a good look at your ghostly appearance in water to save me the trouble?"
In the original novel, Kokushibo finally overcomes the weakness of "decapitation", reflecting on his monster-like ugly face through the blade light reflected from Shinazugawa Sanemi's sword, thus breaking his defense... "killing" himself, showing how much... that one word "ugly" from Tsugikuni Yoriichi had left such a deep mark in his heart!
"You're very rude, young man." "Clang clang clang clang....."
The "Void Cry God Departed" at his side slowly drawn, Kokushibo held the sword single-handedly, expressionlessly watching Roy say, "Ghosts don't need to excrete, only to eat, urine is unnecessary."
"Is that so?" Roy was somewhat surprised, thought for a moment and found it intuitive, nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, for garbage like you, worse than waste, who can say who excretes what."
"Given that situation, are you... ending yourself? Or would you like me to end it for you?"
The causal thread connecting Muzan twisted toward the distance, extending two li away, Roy lightly tapped his waist, a sword rang... the Solar Eclipse unsheathed, turned red, "poof" ignited, roared with flames, caught by the boy in hand, watching Kokushibo calmly say, "Please, I'm in a hurry."
Kokushibo instinctively narrowed his six eyes, feeling the overwhelming heat waves surged from the "Solar Eclipse", pressing forward rather than retreat, changed from holding with one hand to two, sword tip directly pointed at Roy's throat saying, "Good, let's see how the one who instant-killed Akaza has learned a few tricks from Yoriichi!"
That flaming sword... that fiery red long hair... and the flowered earring dangling on the boy's ear, all at a moment, seemed to overlap with Tsugikuni Yoriichi's silhouette, making Kokushibo excited, fearful, yet uncontrollably wanting to roar aloud!
Flying hands wrapped with dozens of moonlit slashes!
[Moon Breathing · First Form · Dark Moon · Palace of the Night!]
"Whoosh... lulu...." The moonlight rolled, paired with the moon's wretched beauty... A gust of evening wind ahead got sliced into pieces... Roy faced this sharpness directly, had to admit the opponent's sword technique honed over centuries was indeed seasoned and sharp enough, but compared to Tsugikuni Yoriichi... or even Hatake Sakumo who honed the Fast Sword on the battlefield with chakra... still slightly lacking with just the Breathing Technique... and this is the difference in understanding and perspective!
It is the gap that Kokushibo, in his lifetime, even in eternal life, could never catch up with Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
"Too bad, your sword may be ornate, but it's ultimately just a... sword...." The void shook, moon circles approached, Roy countered with one strike, a Bankai strike, a release of the true name strike, the strike enveloped with "Ken", the strike ripping through the air... cutting through the moon circles, cutting through the moonlight, cutting through the wind, as the world peacefully begun, the moon ascended high, leaving only a thin black line reflected in Kokushibo's golden pupils, making him unable to move, hair standing on end, helplessly watching... as it passed his neck... then came a chill....
An ugly head soared high, then... "patta" fell to the ground!
[Bankai... Zanka no Tachi · Ken]!
This time, taught by Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, combined with Roy's understanding of "gratitude"... this strike carried nearly twenty thousand degrees of heat, instantly slicing through Kokushibo's body while simultaneously cauterizing the severed neck for bleeding control, full of thoughtful consideration...!
"I... you... cough cough cough...." The ghost head rolled away, blood spilling from Kokushibo's mouth, glaringly stared at Roy and said, "This is not... Yoriichi's... [Sun Breathing]......"
He knew all the moves of [Sun Breathing], such as, "Dance," such as, "Clear Blue Sky," such as, "Fake Rainbow"... But Roy's strike....
"I've never seen...."
"So?" Roy stepped forward, his body blended with light, under Kokushibo's gaze of shock and difficulty, with one strike pierced his forehead, lifting him, placed under the moonlight for roasting said: "Your sword is just a sword, stuck at sword moves, unaware that... beyond moves, there is... no-move..."
"No-move?" Kokushibo struggled to widen his eyes, but consciousness dimmed... Unwillingly he roared, "I can't die yet, I can still fight, I just realized this, I refuse!"
That headless corpse staggered, seemed new flesh buds sprouted from the scorched marks, gathering a new head... yet,
Suddenly a laser shot from Roy's fingertip... it was [Laser]!
Then, the young man without looking back spun his sword to grind Kokushibo's head among the blood mist and shreds, standing gracefully alone....
"Becoming a ghost long ago, why seek life?"
"Don't you agree, Yoriichi-sensei?"
"Ding ling ling....." Kokushibo's life flashed before him, among the haze appearing a flickering flame-red long hair....