They started with a good coordinated attack, but the formation broke apart after just a few exchanges.
This disorganized formation allowed Mizuki's speed and the effect of the Transparent World to be fully realized; their staggered attacks couldn't even touch the hem of Mizuki's clothes.
Looking at it this way, Mitsuri Kanroji was actually the most impressive. At least she managed to scratch Mizuki.
After all that, Tanjirou was watching anxiously from the side and hurriedly spoke up: "Everyone! If we keep going like this, we'll just be picked off one by one. We must attack together."
Obanai Iguro glanced at him: "Quiet."
Muichiro Tokito: "..." Giyuu Tomioka: "..."
Sanemi Shinazugawa was grinning, wandering around crazily looking for an opportunity, as if he hadn't heard a word.
"..." Kanae and Kanao, the sisters, were getting beaten up. The duo who got along with everyone.
Kyoujurou Rengoku: "Hahaha..."
Mitsuri Kanroji clenched her fist: "Oh! I understand now!"
But... What do you understand?! Isn't this still just being led around in circles?
Tengen Uzui got desperate and threw bombs directly into the crowd. "Asshole! Look at what you've done!" It caused a wave of dissatisfaction.
This won't work. This group is even harder to deal with than Zenitsu and Inosuke. Tanjirou felt a bit exhausted for a moment.
Mizuki was also feeling a bit exhausted; she had warned them in advance, but once the fight started, they were still doing their own thing, completely ignoring what she had said.
No choice then. I'll pick those two troublemakers and go hard on them.
Mizuki deflected Giyuu Tomioka's flat blade strike with one swing. Her red hair instantly turned white, hideous demon horns sprouted from her head, and her pitch-black nails lengthened a bit.
As she lifted her head, those red double pupils merged together, transforming into golden pupils.
After evolving at Tamayo's, her Demonization seemed to have reined in some of her bestial nature; her eyes after Demonization changed from beast-like vertical pupils back to normal human eyes. Although, this couldn't really be called "normal" either.
As the disguise faded, Mizuki's formidable aura surged out instantly like a tide.
Even those who had actually fought Mizuki felt as if something had inexplicably gripped their hearts. Those who hadn't experienced Mizuki's pressure training found it difficult to even breathe for a moment.
What is this? Obanai Iguro's pupils constricted slightly. Before he could adapt, the snowy white Nichirin Blade was already rapidly enlarging in his vision.
Coming for him? Obanai Iguro bent down to dodge, but his body's movements were much slower than he imagined.
Was he stunned by the aura that had suddenly burst forth? As this thought flashed through Obanai Iguro's mind, a sharp pain struck his chest, and the white Nichirin Blade pierced straight through his lungs.
"What?" Obanai Iguro's pupils shrank, and immediately after, he was kicked away by Mizuki. The immense force made the bile in his stomach churn, and he flew out like a cannonball, leaving a bloody trail on the ground.
Silence... "I... Iguro-san?" Mitsuri Kanroji's breathing quickened, her eyes trembling as she looked at Iguro's collapsed figure.
So she still gets scared after all. Kochou Shinobu, who was slacking off on the sidelines, saw this and immediately stood up, running over with potions, fearing that if she arrived late, Obanai Iguro wouldn't be saved in time and would die.
Mizuki casually spun her blade to flick off the blood and looked calmly at everyone: "Do you think such a sloppy formation can defeat me?"
Tanjirou breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, Mizuki's sharp, clean combo just now had made Tanjirou's brain feel like it was going to explode.
Because she can provide timely treatment, she won't hold back? Tanjirou tightened his grip on the hilt; this was for the best.
Mitsuri Kanroji was worried about Obanai Iguro's injuries, but seeing him sitting up under Kochou Shinobu's care, and remembering that Mizuki had emphasized it from the beginning, her turbulent emotions finally calmed down.
Mitsuri Kanroji's expression wasn't very good; because of the sloppy formation earlier, with so many of them, they hadn't managed to help at all.
Obanai Iguro frowned tightly, clutching his stomach. Compared to the sword wound in his chest, he felt the kick to his stomach was more painful; it felt like it had almost kicked the bile out of his stomach.
Most importantly, the potions couldn't alleviate this pain. It made him think of the swordsmen he had put through the wringer.
The wound on his chest had healed, and blood was no longer flowing out. Obanai Iguro stood up despite the pain and returned to the formation without a word.
Mizuki didn't speak again, and no one asked any questions. It was as if that serious strike from just a moment ago had suddenly destroyed the atmosphere.
...After a moment of silence, ten figures lunged towards Mizuki almost instantly.
Different Breathing Techniques were being breathed out, intertwined with various Sword Forms.
In Mizuki's vision, beneath those silent figures, their already tense muscles wouldn't lie.
But even so, an all-encompassing, no-blind-spot attack couldn't be avoided by simple dodging. No, it wasn't completely without blind spots; there was the sky.
Pity she hadn't evolved the ability to fly. Things had come to this.
"Snow Breathing, First Form: Tornado."
Breathing out white mist, accompanied by the swing of Mizuki's blade, a fierce tornado wrapped in snowflakes rose up on the spot.
This was an all-encompassing defensive form.
"Snow Breathing, Eighth Form: Endless Snow!" Kanae also breathed out white mist from the corner of her mouth.
After Mizuki taught her the hardships of Snow Breathing and the Breathing Technique itself, she rarely touched her Flower Breathing anymore. Because she had learned Snow Breathing from the beginning, changing Breathing Techniques wasn't difficult.
The others also successively unleashed Sword Forms to break through the tornado.
Under their coordinated attack, the snowy tornado began to waver, and a streak of orange flame tore open a gap from diagonally above.
"Sun Breathing, Tenth Form: Radiant Flame!" Tanjirou, holding his Nichirin Blade high, fell from the sky. His figure twisted as he spun at high speed, and the scorching flames seemed to melt the snowflakes, exploding like a brilliant flower of fire in Mizuki's eyes.
Mizuki's golden eyes reflected the increasingly bright flames, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth.
Isn't it possible to attack together?
Seeing this gentle smile, Tanjirou's serious expression faltered for a moment.
It was this momentary falter that made his blade slow down for an instant. Immediately after, his vision blurred, his chest felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he flew backward.
"Are you okay?" Tengen Uzui's strong body caught him, preventing him from crashing into the ground.
"...No, sorry, I missed." A trace of regret flashed across Tanjirou's face.
Saying others weren't serious, hadn't he himself been distracted by Miss Mizuki's subconscious smile?
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