Chapter 32: Paper Man.
"That aura..."
Kokushibo stood on the top of the bustling Tokyo Tower with one foot, the night wind at the high place blew up his purple snake-patterned feather weave.
His high ponytail fluttered slightly.
He looked down at the brightly lit, extremely prosperous Tokyo.
At this moment, all six of his pupils were looking at the location of the explosion that just happened.
Although it was still far away, he indeed felt that hot familiar aura.
"Sun Breathing..."
He muttered to himself.
In his mind, he subconsciously thought of the memories related to Yoriichi.
That extremely vivid face in the memory slowly turned back and smiled at him.
Plop.
Kokushibo stood on the tip of the tower with his toes, he stretched out one hand, his face was iron blue, and he forcefully covered his mouth with an unnatural expression.
His neck was twitching slightly.
Disgusting…
The next moment.
Whoosh!
Kokushibo's figure disappeared at the top of the tower.
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On the Rooftop.
"Huh..." Tanjuro flicked the sword, and the black ashes on it immediately dispersed, then he put the Nichirin Sword into the scabbard.
A quarter of the "resurrection" power was just used up.
This kind of meticulous battle is quite difficult.
In front of him.
"...No...impossible...!" Half of Rokuro's face was still on the ground, his pupils were trembling violently, and the bullet hole on his forehead had not healed.
With the burnt traces crawling up from his neck, his emotions became more and more agitated:
"You despicable guy!"
"I! I haven't taken my revenge... I haven't killed that guy yet!"
"How could it be! How could I die like this!?"
Step, step.
"Kamado-san! Did it succeed?"
Rengoku Kyojuro was wearing a white feather weave, some of his clothes were torn, many of them were scratched by the bullets that were concentrated just now.
Just now, they had a slight exchange of tactics.
Kyojuro believed that the other party was obsessed to kill him, so he took the initiative to attract the enemy, and Tanjuro taking advantage of it.
After seeing the severed head of Rokuro on the ground clearly, the nerves of Rengoku Kyojuro, which had been tense, also slowly relaxed.
—Sure enough, it's reassuring!
What an incredible swordsman!
Kyojuro watched Tanjuro's back, his gaze fell on the Kusabimaru at Tanjuro's waist, and he nodded slightly.
In this way, the Twelve Demon Moons have been defeated!
Rokuro was slowly turning into ashes and disappearing, his black sclera was trembling, his pupils looked at Kyojuro who was close to him, and suddenly became emotional:
"You bastard!!"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Rengoku Kyojuro stood in place, he looked down at the body that had turned into ashes and disappeared, leaving only half a head of Rokuro, and shouted loudly:
"You got the wrong person!"
Under the thick black eyebrows, the orange-red eyes were unwavering:
"I don't know you!"
"...Huh?!"
Hearing this, Rokuro, who was trembling madly, suddenly froze in place, his throat made an urgent hoarse sound for no reason, his pupils moved, staring at Kyojuro:
"?"
"What..."
But Rokuro had no time to say anything else, the burnt traces had spread to the tip of his nose.
In the end, he completely disappeared in the frantic trembling and self-questioning eyes of half a head.
Rengoku Kyojuro was opening his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Rokuro completely disappeared, he sighed:
"It's a pity, he seems to have mistaken me for my father."
Looking at the remaining ashes on the ground, Rengoku Kyojuro raised his head, glanced at Tanjuro next to him, and quickly said:
"Kamado-san, it's not over yet!"
"We have to hurry up and dismantle the remaining bombs!"
"Let's go!"
Kyojuro's gaze towards Tanjuro was incredibly firm, his injuries at this moment were not severe, mostly just scratches.
Tanjuro stood in place, his head lowered, waiting until Rokuro completely disappeared.
Whoosh——
A pinkish-red aura slowly rose from the ashes.
Then it directly crashed into Tanjuro's chest.
It's here!
Inside his body, the two dim "resurrection" powers quickly lit up one.
——The life force of Lower Rank Two, directly filled up an entire "resurrection"!
"Hiss——huh..."
Kamado Tanjuro instinctively straightened his waist, took a deep breath, the feeling of renewed strength made his spine to brain feel a tingling sensation.
With the backing of an entire "resurrection", his always tense nerves also relaxed a lot.
Only then did he nod his head, and exchanged a glance with Kyojuro Rengoku:
"Okay."
Just at this moment.
Creak...
A crisp sound of paper tearing came from Rokuro's ashes.
Tanjuro instinctively glanced at it, then suddenly froze in place.
——Under the moonlight at night, a faint glow slowly rose from the ground.
Wrapped in it was a piece of white paper man, floating in mid-air, slowly standing up.
This is...!
Paper man, a thing from the Sekiro world!
Tanjuro looked back at Kyojuro who had already jumped down from the rooftop, he looked at the paper man floating in front of him again.
He reached out his hand.
Snap!
He grabbed the paper man, stuffed it into his clothes, and then turned his head to follow Kyojuro.
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On the street.
Tap tap tap!
Bang!
A girl with pink hair gradually turning green was running on the street, she suddenly pulled out a bomb with a timer from the ruins, shouting loudly:
"There's one here!"
"Caw!" The crow landed on the ruins next to her, flapping its wings, shouting: "Disarm it the way I just told you! Hurry up!"
"Okay... okay!" Kanroji Mitsuri was suddenly a bit flustered, she had never seen this thing called a bomb before:
"Let me see..."
Just as she was working hard to disarm the bomb.
"Kanroji!"
The voice of Rengoku Kyojuro came from the other side, Kanroji Mitsuri instinctively raised her head, looking in the direction of the sound:
"Re... Rengoku-san!"
Rengoku Kyojuro and Tanjuro were running from the other end of the street towards this side.
Great! Both of them seem to be not too injured!
Kanroji Mitsuri showed a surprised expression, her nervous mood was swept away:
"That demon..."
Her words were not fully spoken.
A strong breaking sound that vibrated the eardrums quickly came.
Whoosh————
Swish!
The expected impact sound did not appear.
That figure that broke through the air and rushed quickly, turned into an afterimage in mid-air.
Under the clear pale moonlight.
Plop...
That figure directly appeared in the middle of the street, standing there sideways.
The clothes on his body were swaying forward with inertia, even with superb technique to unload the force, but the waves brought with it also kicked up a layer of dust.
When the dust raised in one direction slowly drifted away, the tall purple figure standing there alone appeared in Kanroji's field of vision.
The purple-black snake patterned feathers, six captivating golden pupils.
A swordsman... is it a swordsman?
Kanroji Mitsuri was stunned in place, she squinted her eyes trying hard to see the figure standing in the dust.
But that figure seemed to not care about her at all, just glanced at her, then turned his head to look at the other end of the street.
Looking at——the position of Kyojuro Rengoku and Tanjuro.
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