The petal lightly plucked, and the karma of fate trembled accordingly.
With just a slight movement of her finger, the Wind Breathing swordsman instantly felt a sharp pain in his left arm.
He hurriedly looked down and saw that where his left arm should have been had completely disappeared?!
It wasn't severed—it had disappeared in the literal sense.
His left arm had completely vanished below the shoulder, as if it had been amputated long ago. The stump had even regrown flesh and blood, without any wound at all!
At the same time, a memory that the Wind Breathing swordsman had no impression of suddenly surfaced in his mind.
He suddenly remembered that severe injury from two years ago.
At that time, his left arm had been torn off by a demon. Fortunately, the physicians in the Demon Slayer Corps had excellent medical skills, and finally managed to reattach his severed arm through superb medical arts...
No, no, that wasn't how things happened back then...
He remembered now—his arm... hadn't been successfully reattached back then?
It seemed that because he had delayed on the way back to the headquarters due to physical exhaustion, the arm had been detached for too long. Even that physician with excellent medical skills was powerless to help, and ultimately had no choice but to... give up?
No... this wasn't right!
He remembered that he clearly hadn't delayed back then!
He remembered that his arm had clearly been reattached!
He remembered!
How could... no... strange... his brain... these memories... what exactly happened back then...
In his mind, two completely different memories were conflicting and merging, with the latter continuously replacing the former, gradually filling the Wind Breathing swordsman's brain.
"It was reattached."
Just at this moment, appreciating the Wind Breathing swordsman's face full of tangled pain, Mitsuba smiled and spoke:
"Sir, you didn't remember wrong. Your left arm was indeed reattached back then."
"What did you say?"
"It's just that I slightly used the authority in my hands to modify this karma in your memory into another result.
You see, the flow of karma in this world is so marvelous. Just by slightly modifying a small place in the past, we can guide that final 'result' toward a completely different direction... Don't you find this interesting?"
"How could such a thing be possible..."
"Haven't I already done it?"
Standing quietly on the rooftop, Mitsuba looked at the bone-chilling fear in the Wind Breathing swordsman's eyes, her face full of smiles.
"The power of the gods is so vast and miraculous. Even just a tiny bit is enough to achieve miracles that all living beings dare not even imagine.
But don't worry either. After all, this meager power I stole can only be used within my domain.
Therefore, as long as you leave my domain now, all the modifications I made to you will instantly be restored.
At that time, not only will your original memories return, but your lost arm will also come back.
If you don't believe it, you can try."
This was the limitation of Mitsuba's Blood Demon Art.
The essence of her ability stemmed from her "theft" of divine authority.
Since the power came from the gods, the gods could naturally change back whatever she had altered.
It's just that within Mitsuba's own domain, she possessed higher priority than the gods.
And once leaving her domain, everything would be restored to its original state under the gods' influence.
Just like now.
As Mitsuba actively closed her Blood Demon Art domain, the Wind Breathing swordsman's arm that had disappeared instantly returned to normal.
At the same time, those memories in his mind that had almost been completely overwritten also changed back at this moment.
Of course, not everything could be changed back exactly as it was.
At the Wind Breathing swordsman's feet, that Water Breathing swordsman who had already died didn't come back to life.
Even after Mitsuba withdrew her domain, he still lay on the ground, motionless.
And this was the only place where Mitsuba, who had "stolen" divine authority, could "defy" the gods.
Because in this world, only living beings possess karma. Once life passes away, all karma disappears accordingly.
Therefore, as long as someone dies within her domain, they are thoroughly dead. Even if she withdraws the domain afterward, these people absolutely cannot be resurrected.
Regarding this established fact, even the gods are powerless.
Because dead people have no karma.
"How is this possible..."
Everything restored to its original state, looking down at his arm that had returned again, the Wind Breathing swordsman's expression was full of terror.
His body was trembling—uncontrollable trembling born from extreme fear.
Manipulating karma, arbitrarily modifying everyone's fate... how could such a terrifying demon be born in this world?
Did they really have any possibility of defeating such an enemy?
His hand holding the blade trembled nonstop. Looking up at Mitsuba who was smiling as she looked at him, the Wind Breathing swordsman breathed rapidly, his forehead covered in sweat.
In the next instant, he directly pushed his breathing technique to the extreme, his figure instantly leaping out more than ten meters away, turning and running!
Run! He had to run now!
But he wasn't running to save his own life!
He was running to bring back intelligence about this female demon's Blood Demon Art!
Otherwise, once this female demon was allowed to live and continue developing her Blood Demon Art, she would inevitably become a serious threat to the Demon Slayer Corps in the future!
The threat she posed to the Demon Slayer Corps might even exceed that of the legendary Demon King!
He had to escape, had to inform the Master about this female demon's intelligence!
"Oh my, you didn't choose to fight to the death with me, but directly ran away instead..."
Watching the Wind Breathing swordsman gradually fleeing into the distance, Mitsuba was slightly stunned, then a brilliant smile appeared on her face.
"Sir, what exactly gave you the illusion that I only know how to use Blood Demon Art and don't know martial arts?
If you're not forgetful, I think you should remember that I mentioned earlier that my brother is also a demon hunter?"
Thunder Breathing: First Form—Thunderclap and Flash!
Her figure disappearing from where she stood, picking up the Water Breathing swordsman's Nichirin Blade from the ground, accompanied by bursts of black lightning and a thunder-like roar, Mitsuba's figure flashed through the night. She almost instantly sprinted to behind the Wind Breathing swordsman, then swung her blade!
His head flew high into the air, and the headless body, driven by momentum, ran forward a few more steps before finally falling.
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