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Feeling curious about this, Mitsuba suddenly slowly released her hand holding the blade.
Not only that, she even raised her foot, releasing the Wind Breathing swordsman beneath her foot as well.
Under the incomprehensible gazes of the two, she stepped back slightly and said with a smile:
"I previously heard from my brother mention that there seem to be quite a few Marked swordsmen in the current Demon Slayer Corps.
I also heard that once demon hunters awaken their Marks, their own strength will greatly increase. I wonder if the two of you also belong to this category?
How about this—I will give you two an opportunity. Please immediately stimulate the Marks within your bodies, then attack me with your strongest power. Is that acceptable?"
Looking at the two before her, Mitsuba proposed very seriously.
"I can also take this opportunity to test where the limits of my current body lie..."
She wanted to use these two demon hunters to test herself.
This female demon wanted to use them as her whetstone?!
Seemingly sincere words were filled with extreme mockery and contempt.
This female demon before them didn't even view them as true enemies, didn't even regard them as a threat!
"Bastard! There should be a limit to looking down on people!!"
Rage instantly surged to his heart. A green Mark shaped like air currents suddenly appeared on the Wind Breathing swordsman's cheek. He roared almost as if bellowing, swinging his blade fiercely at Mitsuba before him.
In this current era, Marked swordsmen indeed did not specifically refer to those few strongest Hashira.
Under Yoriichi's influence, among the other non-Hashira demon hunters in the Demon Slayer Corps, there were also quite a few who could awaken their Marks.
These two demon hunters before her were among them.
Although they couldn't maintain their Marks permanently like the Hashira, they could still briefly sustain their existence during battle...
Facing the Wind Breathing swordsman's full-power strike after awakening his Mark, Mitsuba still didn't dodge or evade.
She just stood in place like this, looking up as the Wind Breathing swordsman's Nichirin Blade gradually approached her, then once again raised her slender and delicate palm.
"Oh my..."
The blade fell, and Mitsuba's palm once again firmly grasped the swung Nichirin Blade.
But this time, she was no longer completely unharmed.
Her palm was slightly cut by the Nichirin Blade's edge. Feeling that intense pain coming from her palm, Mitsuba looked up at the blood continuously dripping along the blade, and finally showed a somewhat surprised expression.
"So that's how it is—to this degree it can slightly cut my skin... I understand."
"Ugh—aaaaah!"
Before her, the Wind Breathing swordsman was still roaring and continuously applying force, as if wanting to prove something, desperately trying to sever Mitsuba's arm.
At the same time, the Water Breathing swordsman with flowing water Marks appearing on his forehead also swung his blade together, attacking Mitsuba once more.
"Your performance is truly splendid. As a farewell song for the two of you, it seems I must also bring out my true abilities."
Releasing the Nichirin Blade, the wound on her palm instantly healed. While nimbly dodging the two's continuous attacks, Mitsuba condensed a black flower in her palm.
This flower's design was very unique. Its color was close to black yet not truly black.
Rather, it was an extremely thick, infinitely close to black dark wine-red, presenting a velvet-like dark luster under moonlight, so deep it seemed capable of absorbing one's gaze.
The edges of the petals were five delicate points, like star shapes carefully cut out, and in the very center was a small cluster of blood-red stamens as vivid as fresh blood.
Without a doubt, this was a black datura flower, the symbol of Mitsuba's Blood Demon Art.
"Speaking of which, do you believe in gods?"
With a flash and turn, her footsteps lightly landed on a rooftop not far away. Mitsuba looked down with a smile at the two below.
The whites of her eyes gradually filled with blood-red, her originally black round pupils continuously twisting and changing, finally becoming the same shape as the datura flower in her hand.
"Do the two of you believe that there has always existed in this world a supreme deity who can control everyone's destiny, arbitrarily manipulating all living beings according to Its own will?"
"I believe."
On the ground, a massive formation composed of datura flower patterns instantly spread out with Mitsuba at the center. Within the dark red formation, complex patterns continuously formed and vanished, enveloping the two below.
A huge black datura flower shadow rose from the ground behind Mitsuba, that massive black bud blooming to the extreme, countless tiny petals drifting down accordingly.
"Not only do I believe, I have also stolen a portion of Its authority from Its hands."
Everything happening before their eyes was so bizarre and dreamlike that the two in the formation below were all frozen in place, simultaneously looking up blankly at Mitsuba above.
"Gentlemen! Next, please witness a miracle!"
Holding that black datura flower, Mitsuba laughed loudly like this, lightly tapping one of the petals.
[Blood Demon Art—Karmic Flower Plucking]
The petal trembled slightly, then plucked that blood-red thread connected to it which only she could see.
And at the other end of the thread, that Water Breathing swordsman suddenly widened his eyes, then violently spat out a mouthful of blood, both hands clutching his chest tightly, kneeling on the ground in pain.
"Cough... you... how..."
Large amounts of blood mixed with foam continuously overflowed from his mouth. The Water Breathing swordsman looked up at Mitsuba in disbelief.
He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately couldn't say anything at all, completely falling to the ground and losing his breath.
"Captain?!"
Only at this moment did the Wind Breathing swordsman beside him finally react.
His face full of terror, he looked at the completely dead Water Breathing swordsman, then looked up glaring at Mitsuba above, his eyes splitting with rage:
"What did you just do?!"
What did she just do?
Why did he see nothing at all, yet the captain was directly killed?
Could her speed already be this fast?
"It's karma, sir."
Facing his question, Mitsuba explained very patiently:
"Everything in this world exists in the connection of 'cause and effect.'
And his karma was just perceived by me.
Your captain was once injured in the lungs by a demon in a battle several years ago. Although he was rescued in time back then, that injury still buried a hidden danger.
According to the arrangement the deity gave him, he should have died only after more than a decade due to the deterioration of this hidden danger.
But just now, I gently, carefully plucked his thread of karma, making this outcome of his come slightly earlier by more than a decade.
Thus, he died... it's just that simple."
This was the specific effect of Mitsuba's Blood Demon Art.
After transforming into a demon, she gained the ability to see the trajectories of fate upon others within her domain, and arbitrarily manipulate and modify them according to her own wishes.
A very simple yet powerful Blood Demon Art.
No flashy mechanisms whatsoever, only pure and simple power.
"Manipulating fate—this is power that only deities should possess.
And I am the sole usurper in this world!
I have stolen this power belonging only to deities. All living beings who step into my domain—their fates... are in my hands!"
On that exquisite face was full excitement and delight. Taking in the terror in the Wind Breathing swordsman's eyes below into full view, Mitsuba laughed wildly like this, once again plucking the datura petal in her hand.
"Now, it's your turn."
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