No, one is his sun... the other is an eternal fire that rivals the sun, using its own spiritual pressure as a base to illuminate half the sky!
"Whoosh~"
No wind must be invoked.
Once led by Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Demon Slayer Corps, now awakened by Roy opening their Acupoints, have all converted to the [Sun], raising their heads in unison to gaze at the sky, their pupils quietly overlayed with a "Nen film," immediately invoking [Gyo]!
They saw... they saw... one was Lord Eiichiro Oda... and the other, with a scarred and fierce visage, aged in demeanor, his long beard trailing, much like the white haori draped on his back, lined with death-black Shinigami uniforms. His old eyes squinted, concealing the divine aura and emotions they harbored.....
Kyojuro Rengoku, Gyomei Himejima, Tomioka Giyu, and others looked grim, noticing the blade in the hands of the elder pointed straight at Roy, despite them being tens of kilometers away from the high heavens,
Their hearts suddenly trembled, as if pierced by the natural "sharpness" emanating from the blade's tip, a sensation like a thorn in their back!
"So strong!"
"Who is this person?!"
"Giyu, do you know?"
In Sagiri yama, Urokodaki Sakonji flipped and rose from the bed, swiftly joining Sabito, Makomo, and the others who surrounded Tomioka Giyu. They were all shocked, looking up at the two who were still unsheathing their swords in confrontation high above.
The Old Water Hashira had practiced swordsmanship his entire life, yet it was the first time seeing someone capable of dispelling the night with "sword momentum" and "pressure," achieving such an incredible feat as altering the course of day and night!
"I don't know." Tomioka Giyu's calm gaze was tightly locked onto Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni. At this moment, he couldn't help but grip the Nichirin Sword at his waist, the words "Demon Slayer" engraved at the hilt, which now seemed pale... and powerless!
'If,'
'The opponent were an Evil Ghost,'
'If,'
'The opponent wished to harm this world,'
'Without Eiichiro's help, could we really stand against him?'
The red, yellow, and white checkered haori draped over him swayed gently with the wind,
Tomioka Giyu bit his lip, feeling a warmth on his shoulder as Urokodaki Sakonji appeared beside him, giving it a gentle pat,
The elder seemed to sense his emotions and said softly, "Do not overthink. The opponent harbors no hostility, and,"
Urokodaki Sakonji proudly glanced at Roy, who was silently facing Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, slightly raising his chin as he said, "Trust Eiichiro. He always brings miracles, doesn't he?"
"Yes... Brother Giyu, Eiichiro is not just any ordinary person!"
"He's totally a freak you can't view with common sense!"
"Go... go... go! What kind of language is that," several small wooden puppets strayed drunkenly by,
With the newfound "bodies," Fukuda caught Shinsuke with increasing ease... He lifted a foot and kicked Shinsuke to the ground, seizing the moment to grab his back, "smack~" giving him a few slaps across the face, "Nonsense! Blaspheming the divine, watch out for lightning strikes!"
The Divine... Indeed... Eiichiro has already become a god~!
He's hailed and devoutly worshipped as the Sun God by the elders at the market!
Sabito bent over, a dainty fox mask still adorning the face of the wooden puppet, gently patting the small wooden sword hanging at his waist, filled with infinite emotion and recollection, gazing at the sky. Alongside him, Makomo silently clenched her fist, rarely seen so quiet.
"Eiichiro," the girl murmured softly,
Her amber eyes fixated on Roy as they flowed.
At this moment, when all eyes are on them,
Roy gripped the [Eclipse] in his hand tightly, instantly unleashing powerful [Ren] to resist the spiritual pressure impact from Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, squinting his eyes at the old man, "Thank you, Commander, for your kindness,"
The boy's fiery red hair flew wildly, as he smiled and asked, "May I ask, how much strength did you use, sir?"
The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, surely it's not merely this level?!
In the original work, if it weren't for his own overwhelming power that overshadowed Ichigo Kurosaki, Roy would never have believed that someone of this magnitude could be easily stripped of their "Bankai",
Unable to unleash his full power, meeting an unjust death under Yhwach's blade!
"Whoosh~" Spiritual pressure clashed with [Ren], raising an energy storm that engulfed the night sky.....
Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni's gray beard swayed along, squinting as he felt from Roy's [Ren] pouring out the [True Meaning of Blazing Heat], upon another look, he seemed to see his youthful self, unlocking the Soul Cutting Blade for the first time, calling forth the true name of Ryujin Jakka, enamored by those magnificent, burning flames....
Suppressing his voice, he chuckled in a deep tone....
"How much?" Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni gently brushed Ryujin Jakka with two fingers, saying calmly, "Did you hear it?"
"Scream~" A sword cry sharper than [Eclipse] soared into the sky!
Ryujin Jakka unsheathed with a clang, as the sword gleamed and scattered,
It seemed angry, or perhaps reprimanding the insolence in Roy's words, the tip of the blade pointed at Roy's brow for an instant, "hum~" spreading a peculiar rhythm around....
This rhythm was mystical, intangible, colorless, and odorless... like water ripples, spreading outwards, following which,
Another sword cry faintly sounded from the ground,
It belonged to... Tomioka Giyu, the Nichirin Sword that had slain countless Evil Ghosts!
"Giyu, your sword!" The Nichirin Sword trembled, suddenly entering the view of the crowd, before Tomioka Giyu could grasp it firmly, Sabito's sword, Makomo's sword....
Kyojuro Rengoku... Gyomei Himejima... Izuki Kobane... Even the Engraving Knife held in Urokodaki Sakonji's bosom, used for crafting masks, were all simultaneously trembling,