These two didn't have many opportunities to work together before, so how did they understand each other just from one shout?
Even she didn't understand!
She had been with Tanjirou for so long, and she completely didn't understand what that shout meant?!
Is this that thing?
The unique bonds found in shounen anime or something?
They shouted something about bonds or friendship and rushed up.
This thought subconsciously surfaced in Mizuki's mind, and by the time she regained her senses, bright orange flames had already dyed her golden eyes red.
"Sun Breathing, Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!!"
Tanjirou held his Nichirin Blade high, and flowing, rhythmic flames coiled around him, appearing to gradually transform into a long, orange-red dragon.
Tanjirou swung his Nichirin Blade rapidly; the high-raised dragon head surged, and the blood threads blocking his path snapped one by one.
It wasn't over yet.
Behind him, at his sides...
Several figures had already surrounded her.
The group had found a way to break the blood threads, using high-frequency Sword Forms to slash them apart one by one, forming a perimeter around her once more.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's expression grew even more ferocious; this was his way of expressing his high spirits.
Have to admit, this Demon Slayer Mark really has something to it.
The increase in strength and speed—he almost couldn't control himself.
This encirclement was even more perilous than the previous two because everyone had successfully activated their Demon Slayer Mark, and their basic physical attributes had greatly improved.
But human attack methods are often limited; only Kanroji Mitsuri and Iguro Obanai's Sword Forms were somewhat troublesome for Mizuki, while most of the others' swordsmanship couldn't break through the limits of humanity.
Under the gaze of the Transparent World, every Move they made was clearly visible to Mizuki.
Thanks to her understanding of various Breathing Techniques, she knew exactly what Moves they would use next.
But that is the purpose of an encirclement; it doesn't matter how strong you are. As long as your basic attributes don't far exceed human limits, when surrounded by a group of people, you have no choice but to admit defeat.
Tanjirou maintained a speed nearly identical to the others, attempting to pile the pressure onto Mizuki.
Cold sweat trickled down his temple, and he stared at Mizuki without daring to blink: "Still no Move?"
He was waiting, waiting for Mizuki's next Move.
Seeing that everyone was getting closer, Mizuki slightly raised her head, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.
A bad premonition rose in Tanjirou's heart, and he hurriedly paid attention to the changes around him.
The blood threads were in a disconnected state under their strikes, and no ice shards were produced on the ground.
As Mizuki feigned a grip with her palm, a wisp of red light flashed in her hand: "Blood Demon Art: Coagulated Blood Valve Needles."
In everyone's line of sight, the uncontrolled blood threads drifting in the air from their peripheral vision quickly merged together, forming blood droplets about the size of a fingertip.
The blood droplets squirmed restlessly, sometimes flat, sometimes oval-shaped, restless and agitated.
A strong premonition rose in everyone's hearts almost simultaneously.
Without giving them much time to think, those blood droplets shot out incredibly slender blood needles in all directions, scattering like a pear blossom rainstorm.
"What?"
Can she still do this much?
While shocked, everyone hurriedly swung their Nichirin Blades to block.
But because the distance was too close, and they had actively chosen to get close to Mizuki, personally stepping into the encirclement of blood needles, the attacks from all directions made it difficult for them to parry. They were quickly scratched by the blood needles, leaving trails of blood.
The Hashira's combat talent is considerable; even facing such a perilous situation, they could still avoid their vital points, making Mizuki feel like applauding them.
But as their arms and legs were scratched by the blood needles, everyone was surprised to find that the injured areas had become difficult to Move.
"Poison?" This was Sanemi Shinazugawa's subconscious reaction.
When he saw the cold-emitting blood crystals spreading from his wounds, he realized it was frostbite.
The cold air entered his blood vessels through the wounds, and his body became rigid.
It wasn't just him; the others also reacted, one after another using large-scale attack methods to swat away the surrounding blood needles.
"Damn it." Sanemi Shinazugawa looked at his trembling arms with a gloomy expression; the sensation in his thighs was also slowly disappearing.
Sanemi Shinazugawa turned his head to look at the others and found that their situation wasn't any better.
This woman's Moves are truly devious.
Mizuki lowered her Nichirin Blade and withdrew her steps.
Sanemi Shinazugawa clicked his tongue in annoyance; does she think she's got them cornered?
He struggled with all his might, but the cold air that had drilled into his body seemed to lower even the body temperature that had risen when he activated his Demon Slayer Mark. His whole body began to stiffen, and even bending his fingers became a difficult task.
Mizuki explained: "Regarding the activation of the Transparent World, you should all already possess the most basic talent."
After all, they are geniuses comparable to the first generation of Hashira.
"In other words, you possess the conditions to activate the Transparent World."
"The key lies in the understanding of combat techniques, the adjustment of breathing precision, using the smallest movements to exert the greatest power, and determining the most correct path in the shortest amount of time."
"Once this consciousness is developed, your eyes will naturally be able to activate this vision."
"Of course, just like activating the Demon Slayer Mark, this also requires struggling on the edge of your limits."
She didn't know how to explain it, so she could only speak according to her own understanding.
After all, her own training for the Transparent World hadn't been that troublesome; she had withdrawn from the front lines after activating her Demon Slayer Mark, and her subsequent Transparent World hadn't been intentionally cultivated—it was just a natural result.
Actually, according to her understanding, the Transparent World is similar to returning to simplicity; it is a talent in technique.
Watching everyone start to shiver, Mizuki said: "Using this method will allow you to most intuitively experience the feeling of life slipping away."
Upon hearing her say this, everyone stopped struggling and silently felt the terrible state of their bodies.
Her Transparent Vision was constantly monitoring their physical states; before they reached their limits, regardless of whether they had activated the Transparent World or not, she would stop the erosion of the cold air in advance.
Life slipping away?
Tanjirou stared blankly at his fingers, which were a bit unresponsive.
Although he understood what it meant, why was he still feeling a bit unreconciled?
Tanjirou was a person who hated evil, would feel sad for the misfortunes of others, and would feel angry at man-eating demons.
To put it in common terms, he was a kind person.
But to be honest, perhaps because Young Miss Mizuki had transferred his mother and siblings in advance and cured Nezuko, he didn't have that kind of deep, bloody hatred toward Muzan.
He was very happy now.
Remaining in the Demon Slayer Corps now was merely striving 'for the sake of others,' wanting to slay the demons that caused misfortune to others.
He probably understood why he was so unreconciled.
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