Returning to the first-floor lobby of Kyogoku House.
At the corner of the second-floor stairs, Daki, known as Warabihime, had a twisted expression on her face.
For hundreds of years, relying on her status as Upper Rank Six and that beautiful skin, she had run rampant in this Yoshiwara.
Whether it was high-ranking officials or commoners, who didn't tremble and flatter her when they saw her?
Even those Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps were only fit to be chopped into pieces in front of her.
But now, a human boy who had appeared out of nowhere not only smashed a wine glass in public, but also dared to point at her nose and call her ugly in such a contemptuous tone? Calling her a scam?
"It seems you have a death wish!"
Daki laughed out of extreme anger, her originally charming voice instantly becoming sharp and piercing, like a night owl screeching.
Bang!
The gorgeous twelve-layered kimono behind her exploded.
Several soft, gorgeous ribbons with strange patterns printed on them shot out from behind her like living vipers.
These ribbons looked soft, but their edges were as sharp as the finest swords.
"I will mince you into meat, then stuff you into my ribbons, and slowly digest your wails!"
Swish... Swish...
Four ribbons, carrying a shrill sound of breaking through the air, shot towards Yamada's neck, heart, and limbs from four different blind spots. They were so fast that the naked eye couldn't capture them at all, leaving only remnants in the air.
The surrounding guests hadn't even reacted to what was happening, and the fatal attack had already approached Yamada's face.
Seeing that the sharp ribbons were about to cut the person in front of her into several pieces, Daki on the stairs already had a cruel smile on her lips.
Clang!
A clear sound of a blade rang out in the lobby.
No one saw how Yamada drew his sword. They only saw a flash of dark black sword light, accompanied by dazzling purple lightning, drawing a perfect semicircle in front of Yamada.
Slash!
The tough ribbons were effortlessly split in two the moment they touched the black sword wreathed in lightning patterns. The severed ribbons lost control and fell weakly onto the wooden floor, with flashing electric sparks remaining at the cut.
"What?!"
Daki's pupils constricted, looking at the broken ribbons on the ground in disbelief.
Her Blood Demon Art was actually cut off instantly? And what weapon was the opponent using? It didn't have the unique luster of a nichirin blade, but instead carried lightning?
Yamada slowly lowered the Kusanagi Sword in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
He looked up at Daki, who was shocked and angry on the stairs, and a wicked smile on his lips. "A few pieces of torn cloth, and you dare to bring them out to embarrass yourself."
"Let that brother of yours behind you come out. A piece of trash like you who doesn't even have a brain isn't worth me drawing my sword a second time."
Daki's slit pupils trembled violently. She stared fixedly at the black-haired youth who held his sword in one hand with a casual posture, her mind completely blank.
The word "Brother" was the deepest secret in her heart, one rarely mentioned even by Muzan, who had bestowed his blood upon her. How could this human, who wasn't even wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, possibly know?
"You... who exactly are you?!"
Daki's face twisted, her disguise as an oiran vanishing in an instant. Blue veins bulged on her pale skin, fangs protruded, and her hair moved without wind.
"A monster!"
"The oiran is a man-eating monster! Run!"
The customers, who had originally been immersed in Daki's beauty, finally awoke from their dream. Looking at the severed, eerie ribbons on the ground and Daki's inhuman face, heart-wrenching screams erupted throughout the lobby.
The men scrambled toward the door, and the brothel madam was so terrified that her eyes rolled back, and she fainted behind the counter.
"So noisy! A bunch of lowly swine, all of you go die!"
Daki was annoyed by the screaming, and her killing intent spiraled out of control.
Boom!
A dozen even thicker, scarlet ribbons covered in eyeballs instantly shot out from behind her. These ribbons were no longer aimed solely at Yamada, but instead transformed into a massive, all-encompassing web of slaughter, sweeping indiscriminately in every direction, attempting to slice all living things on the first floor of the Kyogoku House, along with the load-bearing pillars, into pieces.
Blood Demon Art: Eight-Layered Obi Slash!
A violent wind suddenly rose, and wood chips flew everywhere.
It looked as though the innocent civilians were about to be sliced into mincemeat.
"Did I give you permission to move?" An icy, bone-chilling voice exploded beside Daki's ear.
Too fast!
Yamada's figure seemed to transcend the boundaries of space. One moment he was ten meters away, and the next, he was already right in front of Daki.
He didn't even bother with the ribbons flying everywhere, simply stabbing the Kusanagi Sword casually into the ground.
With his hand free, Yamada curled his fingers into a claw, crackling with violent blue lightning, and grabbed Daki's neck.
"Urgh!"
Daki's pupils constricted sharply, and the immense force from her neck forced a painful grunt from her. Immediately after, high-density lightning-attribute Chakra flowed from Yamada's palm, surging into her body like countless red-hot steel needles.
Crackle!
Blinding lightning exploded on Daki's body, and the dozen scarlet ribbons that were about to sever the civilians' bodies instantly lost control under the paralysis of the lightning, falling limply from mid-air.
"Let... let me go..."
Daki gripped Yamada's arm tightly with both hands, her sharp nails attempting to pierce his skin. But under the suppression of the lightning, she couldn't even muster ten percent of her strength, and her pride-and-joy super-speed regeneration ability was completely destroyed by the high temperature.
Yamada slightly raised his arm, lifting Daki, who had been lording over Yoshiwara for over a century, off the ground.
His deep black eyes stared coldly at her face as she struggled in pain. "Since you refuse to call him out, I will beat you until he does."
Yamada flicked his wrist.
Swish!
Without any hesitation, Yamada's left hand, fingers formed into a blade and wrapped in sharp Chakra, cleanly and decisively slashed across Daki's neck.
A beautiful but malice-filled head flew into the sky, rolled a few times in mid-air, and then landed on the tatami mat nearby with a "thud."
The headless body collapsed weakly.
Yamada didn't even glance at the twitching headless corpse. He pulled the Kusanagi Sword from the ground, walked slowly to Daki's head, raised his foot, and stepped onto the side of her face. The force was so great that it caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the wooden floor.
"Wuwuwu... It hurts! It hurts so much!"
The head under his foot did not turn to ash. Instead, like a little girl who had suffered a great grievance, it began to wail miserably.
"You actually dared to cut off my head! You ugly monster! I'm going to kill you! Brother! Brother, come out quickly! Someone is bullying me! Wuwuwuwu!"
Daki cried, her face smeared with tears and snot, while screaming 'Brother' at the top of her lungs.