A slash can be just an ordinary slash, or... a Shura Slash!
Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni held his sword, standing distantly opposite the young boy. His old eyes slightly squinted, gleaming with a sharp light, as if trying to see through Roy from the inside out.
The exchange of dozens of slashes had occurred in just the blink of an eye,
yet to Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, it felt as if ten long years had passed,
but those ten years were not the young boy's ten years, they were his ten years... years of hard-earned swordsmanship experience, which the boy absorbed in the blink of an eye.
This incredible speed of progress... the terrifying talent of gradually keeping up with his attack rhythm... was far beyond any reckless swordsman like Kenpachi who occasionally sparred with him...
"It's almost over...."
"Just one more slash, just one slash!" Roy held the [Eclipse] in hand, rapidly healing his wounds with [Blood Drip Regeneration], took a deep breath, switched from one hand to both hands, blade pointing downwards, an Iaido Slash, his body like an arrow of light... Using the moonlight as a springboard, he charged at Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni once more, and then....
With a voice as deep and resonant as a solemn bell, the boy shouted, "Slash!"
The amalgamation of the [True Meaning of Blazing Heat], [Magnetism], and the thirteen forms of [Sun Breathing] unfolded brilliantly,
A faint fiery red strand of hair appeared behind Roy,
He was born with a Demon Slayer Mark, born with transparency, a natural swordsmanship prodigy, at this moment, though gone to the netherworld, entrusted his swordsmanship,
With Roy's fighting spirit surging to its peak, slowly together with the boy, he grasped the [Eclipse]. A seemingly ordinary Iaido Slash, drawing the sword upwards diagonally, aimed straight at Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni's chest,
The old man was slightly startled, eyes narrowed, and said, "Is this your former swordsmanship teacher?"
The person has passed, leaving only the legacy... Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni acutely sensed a lingering breath of the deceased from Roy, leisurely waving the Ryujin Jakka, performing a seemingly ordinary "Parry," redirecting the force downwards,
With overwhelming spiritual pressure carrying unmatched sword force, instantly deflecting the strike that carried the remnants of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's swordsmanship to the side... even causing the [Eclipse] in Roy's hand to slip away, scattering a spray of blood....
"Pft~" The tiger's mouth split open, revealing the bones of the right hand,
Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, close to Roy's face, freed his left hand, clenched into a fist, and struck directly at Roy's lower abdomen... [First Bone]!
The notorious "Hakuda" which once shattered Wonderweiss made its brutal appearance,
Roy felt as if he was struck by a mountain, ribs cracking "snap" as he flew away in an instant... shattered countless winds and clouds along the way, then with a thud, fell fiercely to the ground, plowing a nearly thousand-meter-long ditch before stabilizing his form against a boulder.
"Still the same words,"
"Your sword technique is good, but your spiritual pressure is too weak."
A gentle breeze rose, blowing away the swirling dust,
Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni flashed with [Shunpo], landing softly on the moonlit ground, feet touching the earth, one hand clenched into a fist, the other holding the sword, expressionless as he looked ahead....
On a cracked boulder, the boy embedded in it, chest visibly caved in, if not for the sound of his breathing and heartbeat, others might think he had been turned into a specimen or amber, long since lost the breath of life.
"Is it over... is it finally over?"
The celestial moonlight emerged, without "fire" and "sun," it seemed to dare show itself, releasing moonlight, declaring... this is still a night governed by the moon,
In the Demon Slayer World, from south to north, east to west, those who prayed to the gods while lying on the ground, those who blankly stared at the sky, as if pre-rehearsed, all exhaled in unison... too many unbelievable events occurred tonight, enough to upend countless worldviews,
Even those slightly aware of the inside story within the Demon Slayer Corps, including Tomioka Giyu, Gyomei Himejima, and Kyojuro Rengoku, were tensely vigilant at all times, let alone... the common masses unaware of "Breathing Technique," their acupoints unopened!
"Is it over?" This was Ubuyashiki Kagaya asking Kyojuro Rengoku.
"Is it over?" This was Makomo asking Sabito.
"Is it over?" Those words muttered by a blind monk beside an ancient temple on the outskirts of Kyoto… on this unforgettable night, amidst the repeatedly dismissed darkness, many questions accompanied by more [Power Of Faith], crossing rivers and mountains, spanning across lush fields, lingered among the people, quietly surging towards Roy.
"Cough... cough...." A weak cough came from the cracked boulder,
The boy, fainted from the massive force of Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni's punch, slowly regained consciousness, spat out a piece of visceral matter,
Upon regaining his senses,
His body felt as if it had fallen apart, pain everywhere... causing him to frown tightly, unable to control the twitching at the corner of his mouth....
'What a pity, [Blood Drip Regeneration] can heal injuries but cannot soothe the pain,'
'It's unimaginable, in the original work, Muzan choosing to explode into over a thousand pieces when faced with Tsugikuni Yoriichi, how cowardly must he have been!'
"Tap... tap...." A series of steady, neither fast nor slow footsteps gradually approached, carried by the refreshing wind from the other end of the ditch....
Feeling that overwhelmingly intense pressure and the Soul Cutting Blade in the other's hand concealing endless heat, Roy struggled to extract himself from the rock, then with a "bang" stumbled and sat on the ground, strenuously lifting his head to look....