"Water Breathing, Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust!"
Sakonji Urokodaki, Giyu Tomioka, and Sabito—master and disciples—activated Water Breathing in perfect unison.
Ripples layered through the air, surging wave after wave into the ice mist.
"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa twisted his Nichirin Blade, summoning a roaring green tornado.
"Shinazugawa, I'll reinforce you!"
Gyomei Himejima swung his axe and spiked flail into the heart of the tornado.
"Stone Breathing, First Form: Serpentine!"
Wind and stone fused into a devastating dual strike.
"Blood Demon Art: Exhausted Blood Remnant Butterfly!"
Kanae lacked long-range techniques in Flower Breathing, so she compensated with her Blood Demon Art.
She tore her own skin. Crimson droplets scattered into the air, transforming instantly into blood-red butterflies. They fluttered gracefully toward the mist.
Each butterfly was lethal. The slightest contact would trigger an explosion, and even their delicate wings were sharp enough to slice flesh.
With such overwhelming force unleashed, remaining within the mist was impossible.
Inside the frozen haze, Ryuya grabbed Doma's shoulder and leapt onto a rooftop.
Akaza followed a heartbeat later, effortlessly escaping the danger.
"Oh my, the Hashira truly are fierce," Doma laughed lightly, covering the lower half of his face with his fan. "Lightning, explosions, flames, ripples, hurricanes, flails—and even these adorable little butterflies. How brutal. I was almost shattered to pieces."
"Hmph."
The Hashira snorted, irritation flickering across their faces—but their expressions remained grave.
"The Demon Slayer Corps is so courteous. Naturally, we must respond in kind, don't you agree, Young Master Ryuya? Akaza?"
Doma waved his fan lazily.
"Blood Demon Art: Freezing White Princess!"
Two enormous maiden-shaped ice lotuses bloomed at his feet. Frost ornaments adorned their brows. Their beautiful faces, eyes peacefully closed, resembled sleeping princesses carved from ice.
With a downward sweep of his fan, the Ice Princesses opened their mouths.
A torrent of freezing air blasted forward.
"Your turn, Young Master Ryuya," Doma said playfully.
"Moon Breathing, Seventh Form: Waning Moons Eclipsing!"
Ryuya swung his evolved demon blade.
Five purple crescent shockwaves shattered rooftop tiles and split the earth as they surged forward with unstoppable force.
"Destructive Kill: Final Form—Blue Silver Chaotic Afterglow!"
Akaza summoned his Compass Needle. The snowflake pattern beneath him flared as his fists and kicks blurred into a storm.
Countless azure shockwaves rained down like meteors.
Frost surged.
Moon blades roared.
Azure projectiles tore through everything.
Facing this overwhelming assault, the Hashira knew they could not withstand it head-on. They desperately searched for openings, avoiding the most lethal trajectories.
"Water Breathing, Eleventh Form: Dead Calm!"
Giyu and Sabito lowered their blades and entered perfect stillness.
Their minds became tranquil seas.
For a moment, they deflected and nullified parts of the attack—
—but only parts.
"Everyone, gather and activate your Breathing Techniques!"
Jigoro Kuwajima barked the command, lightning crackling along his blade.
"Thunder Breathing, Sixth Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"
Golden lightning collided with Ryuya's crescent shockwaves—
—and faltered.
"Flame Breathing, Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!"
Shinjuro Rengoku swung his blazing blade, flames spiraling outward like a burning shield.
"Water Breathing, Sixth Form: Whirlpool!"
Urokodaki formed a spiraling barrier of water.
"Sound Breathing, Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes!"
Tengen Uzui detonated explosive arcs midair.
"Stone Breathing, Third Form: Stone Skin!"
Gyomei armored himself in earthen defense, his weapons swinging at terrifying speed.
"Wind Breathing, Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm!"
Sanemi unleashed upward-slashing wind blades in a frenzy.
They fought with everything they had.
And it still wasn't enough.
Akaza's Blue Silver Chaotic Afterglow pierced through their defenses like falling stars.
With tearing sounds, gashes opened across Giyu and Sabito's bodies. Both dropped to one knee, barely supporting themselves with their blades.
"It didn't fully negate it…?" Sabito muttered in shock.
For the first time, Dead Calm had failed.
Pain tore through their bodies. Blood soaked their uniforms.
Their thoughts began to slow.
Behind them, the situation worsened.
The five purple crescent shockwaves smashed forward, while countless smaller moon blades slipped through like hidden arrows, slicing into the Hashira's legs.
The freezing mist continued to advance, suffocating their remaining space.
"Ahh!!"
Forced back, they dragged their heavy bodies across the shattered ground.
"This won't work. We must concentrate our attacks!" Jigoro shouted.
He had underestimated the situation.
Three Hashira restraining one Upper Rank had been unrealistic—
—and when the three Upper Rank Demons attacked together, the result was catastrophic.
"Who do we target?" Giyu asked, breathing heavily.
All eyes turned to Jigoro.
In group combat, there must be a single decision-maker. Otherwise, chaos would consume them.
Jigoro's gaze sharpened.
"Upper Rank Four—Ryuya."
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