As his clothes were blown up by the wind.
Tanjuro raised the red-hot blade in his hand high.
Muzan stared straight ahead with dread, then with horror as he saw the man start to execute—
[Sun Breathing First Form: Enbu]
It's him!
It's really him!!
"It's not a descendant!"
~Sha…sha…~
Black spots appeared in Muzan's vision.
The figure of Tanjuro completely overlapped with that of Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
He was not mistaken at all!
Despair flooded Muzan's heart.
Muzan's throat was dry, his face was panicked, his eyes were trembling violently, and his eyes were full of fear and regret.
"Answer me, Kibutsuji Muzan."
"You were laughing just now."
With a swish, Tanjuro swung the blade behind him, drawing a red blade of light in the air, and then placed it on his shoulder.
"What's so funny?"
Tanjuro adjusted his body to the best position, his face darkened, and his upper body sank slightly.
"What's so amusing?"
There was no need for Kamado Tanjuro to say the last sentence.
In Muzan's memory, that person instantly appeared at the very top of everything, replacing Tanjiuro and giving Muzan the final blow.
"Your life..."
"What is the value of a life to you?"
Muzan's pupils had already shrunk to the size of a needle. He only felt that his eyes were white, and cold sweat was pouring out of his forehead.
It's him!
Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
He crawled out of the grave!
"Ah...!"
After a brief shutdown of the brain due to fear.
"Heh...!"
"Heh-aahh!!"
Muzan suddenly clenched his teeth and hurriedly exerted his strength all over his body. The instinct to survive made him desperately roar from his throat:
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh—"
The veins on his neck were bulging, his face was red with fear, and his eyes were distorted and bloodshot under the strong desire to survive.
There were no more conscious thoughts in his brain, and Muzan relied entirely on his instinct to roar and burst out with power.
—Run! Run!! Run! Run!! Run! Run!! Run! Run!!
His body was covered in veins, and he roared with unquenchable rage and hatred, instantly sending his voice from the top to the bottom of the mountain.
Tanjiro frowned and quickly covered his ears.
~Bang!~
The ground under Muzan's feet couldn't withstand the strong pressure.
~Crack!~
With a breaking sound, Muzan's teeth shattered.
Muzan decided to follow his instincts.
Split, glorious me!!
~Gurgle, gurgle~
~Tss!~
The body of Muzan began to swell instantly at various disgusting angles and instantly broke through his suit.
~Bang!!~
The bulging Muzan was like a balloon that had been punctured, and his whole body exploded in an instant.
The violent explosion was accompanied by a bloody rain, and countless pieces of flesh and blood suddenly flew around with Muzan as the center.
~Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!~
The flesh and blood that rushed out at rapid speed disappeared in a second.
The sound of air being torn apart kept coming from beside his ears.
"He split!" Tanjuro was slightly taken aback. He gripped the hilt of his sword and understood that his plan had come to an end.
Muzan wants to escape.
Whoosh! Another piece of flesh flew out, brushing past Tanjuro's body.
Even with Tanjuro's dynamic vision, he still couldn't catch the high-speed flying flesh.
There were only a few pieces around, as if they were too anxious to control the direction, and they hit the red knife and were divided into two.
Tanjuro stood in front of Tanjiro, raised his crimson blade, and faced Muzan, who had lost his mind and divided, attempting to hack off as much flesh as possible.
~Whoosh! Whoosh! ~
The crimson blade light appeared in the dark night.
With the help of the mark and the transparent world, Tanjuro barely cut down a dozen of Muzan's flying pieces.
After a few breaths.
There was nothing else except a pool of blood mixed with snow and ice.
Tanjuro held his crimson blade upright, carefully discerning the situation with all five senses.
After confirming that Muzan had disappeared from the vicinity, Tanjuro felt relieved.
'That's great.'
'Tanjiro, you're safe.'
The mental pressure disappeared in an instant, allowing the fatigue that had been suppressed just now to rush up and overwhelm him, layer upon layer, threatening to drown him.
'So tired, so sleepy.'
~Click.~
Tanjuro slowly lowered the red blade in his hand, slowly regulating his breathing; his weak body had reached its limit.
The markings on the left side of his forehead slowly faded, revealing the shallow scar underneath.
~Bump.~
His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.
Then, he used the blade to support his upper body, closed his eyes, knelt in the snow, and fell into a deep sleep.
Unconsciously whispering in his mouth.
"...Tanjiro."
Behind him.
Tanjiro, who was lying on the ground, unable to move because he was frozen, widened his eyes as he witnessed the whole exchange.
He tried to reach out his stiff hand to his father.
But after a while, Tanjiro's eyes also turned white, and he passed out.
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---
Far away, at the edge of the sky.
It was like a golden blade slicing through the sky, cutting through the thick darkness, and stabbing straight down from the dome of the sky to the ground.
The darkness and cold dissipated, and a ray of shining light appeared in the direction of the sky.
The warm sunshine fell on the top of the mountain.
It was dawn.
"Huff...! Huff...!" Saburo, carrying an axe, ran up from the direction of the foot of the mountain, panting.
"Tanjiro...! Tanjiro...!"
His face was pale and blue, and he was obviously exhausted. He was sweating profusely in the deep snow environment, and his whole body was shaking.
"Too fast! Wait...!"
Grandpa Saburo was panting heavily, and he finally arrived at the Kamado family's house on the top of the mountain while holding onto the trees.
When he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up.
Saburo was shocked and speechless at the scenery in front of him.
"This... this...!"
What came into view was a large area of snow that was full of potholes and in a state of utter chaos.
The ground was cracked, the snow was swept away, and the snow waves were stacked in a radial wave shape.
And the pool of red blood.
"Tanjiro!" Saburo saw Tanjiro lying on the ground unconscious first.
He quickly threw down the axe in his hand and came to Tanjiro's side.
"Oh no, he's already passed out!" He touched Tanjiro's forehead, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
'I'll carry him on my back.'
But then he noticed another presence near him.
"Tanjuro!?" Saburo exclaimed again.
Kamado Tanjuro, whom he had not seen for several years, was kneeling in the snow, his upper body supported by a samurai sword.
"He's also passed out!"
"What do I do!?"
Seeing this, Saburo quickly dragged the two men across the snow and into the house.
At the same time.
On the tree next to it.
~Whoosh!~
A black-haired swordsman with a handsome face, calm eyes, and a rigid expression appeared and stood on the branch.
'I'm late.'
The swordsman observed the surrounding environment and thought to himself.
He lowered his blue eyes and looked at Kamado Tanjuro.
Passed out on his knees while being supported by his katana in his hand, which he had not loosened even when he fainted.
Tanjuro looked like a man lost in his thoughts.