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There was no tense and thrilling battle, no splendid and dazzling exchange of moves. Under absolute crushing strength, everything ended in an instant.
What Mitsuba used just now was the Thunder Breathing sword technique that Yoriichi had demonstrated for her earlier.
Thanks to Brother Yoriichi's teaching, plus her astonishing memory and imitation abilities, Mitsuba firmly remembered the usage techniques of those breathing style sword moves.
Of course, a Water Breathing Nichirin Blade naturally couldn't unleash the true power of Thunder Breathing sword techniques.
But Mitsuba didn't care. After all, with her sprinting speed just now, even if she couldn't truly unleash Thunder Breathing's power, just swinging the blade down like that was enough to cleave a person's body in two.
She just needed a blade—that's all. Whether or not there was that bit of power enhancement, the result would be the same.
Incidentally, Mitsuba's body wasn't actually compatible with Thunder Breathing. The sword move just now was completely her forcing it through regardless of consequences.
But fortunately, demons had very strong recovery abilities. Even if her body was damaged somewhat, it could quickly heal.
That said, it still hurt quite a bit—especially her lungs and calves, which were full of burning pain during her sprint just now.
Mm, breathing techniques... in the future, it's better to use them as little as possible...
"Huff..."
Casually throwing away the broken blade in her hand, Mitsuba turned back. She looked at the headless body on the ground, a datura flower condensing in her hand.
Tossing the flower lightly onto the body, in the blink of an eye, this corpse rapidly withered at extreme speed, as if something had quickly drained the flesh and blood beneath its skin.
Conversely, the datura flower bud stuck in the corpse became increasingly dark and lustrous during this process, as if abundantly irrigated...
Undoubtedly, that companion of these two swordsmen named "Yamada" was previously devoured by Mitsuba using this method to drain all his flesh and blood.
"Being able to use this little flower to replace my feeding, without getting myself covered in blood and filth—this indeed helped me greatly..."
Stepping forward to retrieve the datura flower, reintegrating it into her body, Mitsuba muttered to herself, then suddenly turned to look at a house not far behind her.
"Miss Tamayo, how long do you plan to keep watching from there?"
As her words fell, after brief dead silence, a woman in a purple kimono slowly walked out from behind the house.
Undoubtedly, she was Tamayo, whom Muzan had left behind to look after Mitsuba.
That's right—"look after."
When humans first transform into demons and awaken, they lose consciousness due to uncontrollable hunger.
At this time, demons can't think about anything except feeding.
Mitsuba's transformation consumed an entire day. During this period, Muzan received intelligence about the Blue Spider Lily again, so he decided to leave temporarily.
And entrusted Tamayo with the task of looking after Mitsuba and catching food for her to eat.
Yes, that was how things should have been.
But for some reason, when Mitsuba first awakened, she didn't see the food that Tamayo should have prepared for her.
Not only that, because of her hunger while wandering on the empty streets, a demon hunter suddenly appeared beside her.
If not for a Tsugikuni family maid happening to pass by at that time and suddenly calling out to Mitsuba, that demon hunter named "Yamada" might have truly taken the opportunity to kill Mitsuba while she was unconscious and defenseless.
"Miss Tamayo, what do you say—what exactly is this situation?"
Her figure instantly appearing before Tamayo, blinking as she gazed at the silent and head-lowered woman, Mitsuba asked with a smile.
"Why didn't you prepare the food that should have been prepared for me?
Why didn't you appear to stop that demon hunter when he tried to sneak attack me?
You were clearly watching all of this beside me the whole time, weren't you?"
Hands behind her back, body leaning slightly forward, making this playful gesture, Mitsuba's cheek was almost pressed against Tamayo's face.
She tilted her head like this, using her blood-red eyes to stare into Tamayo's dark purple eyes.
"Or could it be, Miss Tamayo, that everything that just happened was intentionally done by you?
You actually hoped that those demon hunters could kill me?"
Mitsuba's tone was still smiling, that exquisite face still full of cute smiles—only her voice was cold to the contrary.
After her consciousness cleared, she had already reacted.
Tamayo indeed had thoughts of using those demon hunters' hands to kill her.
She was just very curious about Tamayo's motive for doing this.
Could it really be as Lord Muzan once told her—that Tamayo had always harbored hatred toward Lord Muzan, and therefore wanted to use every possible method to disgust or even deal with Lord Muzan?
And even wanted to eliminate her, someone whom Lord Muzan valued quite highly, because of this?
Facing Mitsuba's questioning, Tamayo remained silent with her head lowered, just as she had always been.
Mitsuba wasn't anxious about this. She just smiled lightly, then slowly walked to Tamayo's back.
"Miss Tamayo, do you know? In this world, there exist three types of people.
The first type—no matter what circumstances they encounter, they will never sell their souls.
The second type—only at the final moment will they sell their souls.
The third type—the only thing they can sell from beginning to end is their souls.
What do you think—which of these types would you be?"
Standing behind Tamayo, Mitsuba's hands lightly rested on her shoulders, then slowly slid forward, while her body also gently pressed against Tamayo's back during this process.
Maintaining this somewhat ambiguous posture, Mitsuba laughed softly like this, whispering by Tamayo's ear:
"But regardless of what type, I have never seen anyone who, after selling their soul, would still feel regret about it.
Miss Tamayo, don't you think that this kind of 'regret'... is actually a very despicable, clown-like behavior?"
As if deeply pierced in the heart by Mitsuba's words, a trace of change finally appeared on Tamayo's originally calm and waveless face.
Tamayo certainly understood that Mitsuba was deliberately using these words to mock her.
Mocking her for clearly having voluntarily transformed into a demon back then, yet regretting it afterward, and even wanting to turn against Muzan.
A trace of anger surged in her heart. Tamayo didn't push away Mitsuba behind her, but let her continue leaning against her in this ambiguous manner.
She took a deep breath, her tone as calm as possible:
"Mitsuba, becoming a demon is not as beautiful as you imagine."
"Ah, so that's how it was... so this was your reason?"
Having obtained the answer she wanted, Mitsuba showed sudden realization, then smiled and released Tamayo.
"But Miss Tamayo, you're not me—how can you conclude that this choice won't be beautiful for me?"