Jigoro Kuwajima's aged eyes locked onto the rooftop.
There stood Ryuya—cold aura radiating from him, overwhelming demonic power surging, demon blade in hand. He looked utterly invincible.
Jigoro could see it clearly.
Ryuya wasn't just one of the three Upper Rank Demons—he was their core. His Moon Breathing and the crescent blades he unleashed were exceptionally troublesome.
To be honest, every one of them was troublesome.
Doma's ice mist could be avoided by widening the distance. Akaza specialized in close combat.
But Ryuya—
He could dominate both long and short range. The radial reach of his Moon Breathing techniques was enormous, almost impossible to defend against.
He had to fall first.
"Wu Ya… huh?"
Kanae lowered her eyelids slightly, concealing the storm in her beautiful eyes.
"Good. I've been pissed off at him for a while now," Sanemi said with a feral grin as he inhaled sharply.
"Then we move!"
Jigoro braced his left foot, his prosthetic right leg sliding back. Lightning crackled along his blade.
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Fla—"
Before he could finish—
Before the lightning could even gather—
Ryuya moved.
The rooftop tiles shattered beneath his feet. He skimmed through the air like a dragonfly touching water, descending like a god of slaughter.
His blade came down.
"Moon Breathing, Eighth Form: Moon Dragon's Tail!"
A massive dark-purple crescent tore downward, threatening to annihilate everything.
"You want to kill me? Let's see if you can!"
His blood roared in exhilaration. His body felt limitless.
"Moon Dragon's Tail!"
Two more enormous crescent blades followed the first, crushing forward.
"Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claws—Pure Shave!"
Sanemi charged instead of retreating. Three claw-shaped wind blades slashed forward—
—and were instantly devoured.
His pupils shrank.
"Shinazugawa!"
Gyomei Himejima reacted without hesitation.
"Stone Breathing, Fourth Form: Volcanic Rock—Rapid Conquest!"
Flail and axe crashed against the descending crescents.
His massive arms trembled violently.
He was already reaching his limit.
This attack was insane.
"Flame Breathing, Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!"
Shinjuro Rengoku slashed upward, blazing flames roaring into a fiery arc.
The combined resistance finally shattered the primary crescent—
—but smaller indigo crescents slipped through, slicing into Rengoku and Gyomei.
At the last second, Gyomei hurled his chain in front of Sanemi, deflecting another incoming strike with the last of his strength.
They barely had time to breathe—
The second massive crescent arrived.
"Water Breathing, Fourth Form: Striking Tide!"
Sakonji Urokodaki, Giyu Tomioka, and Sabito stepped forward despite their injuries.
Their blades churned like tidal waves, slamming into the crescent shockwave.
The water dulled its edge.
The Hashira felt a flicker of hope.
Just a little more—
Then Ryuya inhaled again.
Within Doma's frigid mist, he raised his blade.
"Moon Breathing, Ninth Form: Descending Moon—Consecutive Faces!"
Countless crescent gusts fell from the sky in orderly torrents, raining down like lunar judgment.
"Block!" Jigoro roared.
As the Hashira lifted their blades—
"Moon Breathing, Tenth Form: Piercing Face Slash—Waning Moon!"
Two dark-purple crescent wheels burst from the mist, rolling across the ground like monstrous beasts.
"Blood Demon Art: Exhausted Blood Remnant Butterfly!"
Kanae gritted her teeth and slashed her own arm.
Blood splattered outward.
The droplets transformed midair into crimson butterflies, surging toward Ryuya.
With her enhanced vision, she could see him clearly through the mist.
She charged.
She had to stop him.
The others were reaching their limits.
"Shinobu Kocho…"
Ryuya's gaze narrowed slightly as he watched her break through the rolling crescent wheels.
He didn't hesitate.
Their blades collided.
Steel rang sharply.
Above them—
"Oh dear, Young Master Ryuya is too amazing. I'm getting bored. Since you're all so weak, I'll give you a little more excitement!"
Doma leapt down from the rooftop, abandoning his advantage.
Midair, countless ice vines erupted.
"Blood Demon Art: Vine Lotus!"
The ice vines merged with the falling crescents, assaulting the Hashira from every direction.
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash—Sixfold!"
Jigoro Kuwajima launched himself skyward, refracting like golden lightning as he aimed straight for Doma's neck.
Below—
Sanemi, Gyomei, Tengen, and Rengoku struggled against the crescent wheels and the storm of purple blades.
Urokodaki and his disciples desperately held off Akaza's relentless strikes.
Jigoro understood.
He had to do something.
At the very least—
He had to hold back Doma.
Just as Kanae was holding back Ryuya.
...
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