Chapter 53: Why Can't You Just Stop and Listen to Her Explanation?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.
"Sanemi! Why can't you trust me! Trust Tatsu just once!"
Kanae performed "Flower Breathing, Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo," using sword energy as continuous as flower petals to deflect Sanemi Shinazugawa's wide, sweeping strikes, while pleading loudly with reddened eyes.
She knew this was hard to accept; after all, demons eating humans had been an ironclad rule of this world for thousands of years.
But Tatsu was different!
She had watched him eat human food with her own eyes and had felt the pure aura on him, completely devoid of the scent of blood.
Why couldn't they just stop and listen to her explanation?
"Trust? You want me to trust a demon?"
Sanemi Shinazugawa acted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, letting out a burst of wild laughter filled with sorrow and rage.
"Kanae! You fool! You've been bewitched by a demon! Have you forgotten the horrific fate of those eaten by demons? Have you forgotten the mission of our Demon Slayer Corps?"
"Wind Breathing, Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree!"
Three massive, tangible wind blades erupted around his body, forcing Kanae back several steps.
"Since you're obsessed and won't listen, I'll knock some sense into you first, then go chop that trash into pieces!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa gritted his teeth, a cold, fierce light flashing in his eyes.
Although his words were harsh, he still didn't deal a killing blow to Kanae, avoiding her vital points with every attack.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Kocho Shinobu's fatal thrust had already descended upon Tatsu.
"Evil demon! So what if you know my intel? Can you dodge it?"
Kocho Shinobu's exquisite face was twisted with rage.
In the Demon Slayer Corps, if it came to arm strength, Kocho Shinobu was at the very bottom.
But when it came to the speed of her thrusts, she was undoubtedly the best.
Even if this demon knew in advance that her blade was coated in poison, at such a close distance and with such terrifying speed, it was absolutely impossible for him to dodge.
Tatsu did not respond to Kocho Shinobu's mockery.
His pupils instantly shrank to the size of needlepoints, his dynamic vision pushed to the limit.
In his field of vision, although Kocho Shinobu's movements were slightly slowed, they were still shockingly fast.
That slender nichirin sword was like a viper flicking its tongue, sealing off all his paths of retreat.
"I can't dodge it!"
Tatsu made the judgment in an instant. Since he couldn't dodge, he would have to take it head-on.
He twisted his body violently, doing everything in his power to avoid his heart, throat, and other vital areas.
"Squelch!" The dull sound of a blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the night.
Kocho Shinobu's nichirin sword pierced Tatsu's left shoulder with precision and ruthlessness.
The moment the specially crafted blade tip broke through his skin.
"Ssssss—" High-concentration wisteria poison, like a bursting flood, was frantically injected into Tatsu's blood along the tip of the blade.
"Urgh—!!!" Tatsu's eyes widened sharply, and he let out an irrepressible, pained grunt.
It was a pain that defied description, as if thousands of burning fire ants were crawling through his veins, instantly covering his entire body.
For a demon, wisteria poison was the most lethal sulfuric acid.
Tatsu could clearly feel his muscles dissolving and his cells wailing; a deep sense of paralysis, accompanied by intense pain, instantly stripped him of control over his body.
"Thump." Tatsu fell to one knee. From his left shoulder, centering on the wound, large patches of purple-black veins spread rapidly like a spiderweb, crawling up his neck and even spreading to the side of his face.
"Hehe... Hahaha..." Kocho Shinobu landed lightly in front of Tatsu, looking down at the kneeling demon with a soft chuckle.
There was not a shred of joy in that laughter, only endless sorrow and twisted gratification.
"What's wrong? Mr. Demon, can't you move anymore?"
Kocho Shinobu tilted her head slightly, slowly pulling her nichirin sword from Tatsu's shoulder, bringing up a trail of black-purple poisonous blood, and then, without mercy, fiercely stabbed it into the muscle of his thigh again!
"Squelch!" "Ah!" Tatsu let out another scream, his body spasming violently.
"It hurts, doesn't it? You feel desperate, don't you?"
Kocho Shinobu twisted the hilt, injecting more poison into Tatsu's body, her voice as soft as if she were singing a lullaby, "I don't have the strength to cut off your head, which is truly a pity. But it doesn't matter. I will send all the poison on this blade into your body, bit by bit, drop by drop. I will watch you slowly melt in this deadly poison, watching your flesh turn into a puddle of pus. This is the price for daring to bewitch my sister! Die! Die! Die!"
Kocho Shinobu's voice was filled with rage, but if one looked closely, they would see her hand gripping the sword trembling slightly, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes glistening in the moonlight.
She was taking revenge, using this most cruel method to vent her inner fear and her care for her sister.
"Tatsu!!!" Kanae, who was in a fierce battle with Sanemi Shinazugawa, caught a glimpse of Tatsu kneeling on the ground, being continuously injected with poison by her sister.
Her heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a giant hammer.
She knew how terrifying her sister's poison was; ordinary demons would turn to ash the moment the poison was injected.
Although Tatsu was special, if she let the poison continue to ravage him like this, he would die too!
"No! It can't end like this!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed her mind.
"Tatsu!!!" Kanae gave it her all, using the back of her blade to parry the strike Sanemi Shinazugawa aimed at her face, leaping back half a step with the recoil, and shouted at Tatsu, "Try Sun Breathing! That should be able to neutralize the wisteria poison!!!"
This sentence was like a ray of dawn light cast into a dark abyss.
Tatsu, who was enduring pain like being sliced by a thousand cuts, felt his blood-red eyes suddenly brighten.
Sun Breathing! The Origin Breathing! The source of all Breathing Styles, the ultimate sword technique representing the power of the sun!
In the original setting, the reason wisteria could poison demons was that it absorbed sunlight all year round, containing a faint power of the sun within it.
And Sun Breathing directly turned the human body into a furnace, erupting with high temperatures and energy like the surface of the sun.
If wisteria poison was cold venom, then Sun Breathing was the blazing sun that could burn away all evil!
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