33 Chapter 33: Upper Rank One.
"You..."
Kokushibo stood in the rising dust, his clothes fluttering with the breeze, the six golden pupils in the shadow seemed to reflect the light, appearing very eerie.
The breeze blew across the street, the dust drifted away from one side, revealing the upper body of Kokushibo facing him.
At this moment.
He turned around, his sclera was crimson, the six golden pupils filled with black lines, were staring through the thin dust.....
.....at Kamado Tanjuro.
The pupils slowly focused.
The dark red feather weave...
The patterns on the forehead and collarbone...
The deep red hair...
And...
Those... flower card earrings from his mother...
...
Opposite from Kokushibo.
The two who were about to run towards Kanroji suddenly stopped their steps.
Click click
Rengoku Kyojuro held his breath, his eyes were serious, his thumb pressed against the sword guard, looking at the front with a serious expression.
The black font in that golden pupil, in the night, seemed so dazzling.
Upper Rank... One!
He tightly gripped the hilt of the Nichirin Sword at his waist, always ready to draw the sword and strike, his muscles were tense.
The strongest among the Twelve Demon Moons suddenly appeared.
The momentum and pressure are completely different from the Lower Two just now.
Is this the Upper Rank?!
Kyojuro's expression became serious, his gaze dared not leave the Upper One in front of him, thinking about the countermeasures in his heart.
The intelligence is wrong!
We need to further evacuate the personnel!
Next to him.
"..."
Kamado Tanjuro stood straight, his face expressionless, his demeanor calm, only his left hand was holding the hilt of the Nichirin Sword.
Although he was mentally prepared, he knew that Muzan would definitely send people to test and hunt him down.
But...
Tanjuro's mouth twitched slightly, even for someone like him, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
Kokushibo's figure was reflected in his deep red pupils.
— Kokushibo come directly to me?
Muzan, you really are...
But this situation seems to be very consistent with Muzan's "trash" nature.
It's dangerous.
Kamado Tanjuro calmed his mind slightly, he could deceive Muzan because Muzan was stupid and cautious.
But Kokushibo... Tanjuro didn't have a bit of confidence that he could bluff in front of him.
Just a few seconds after the two sides confronted each other.
The dust completely dissipated.
Kokushibo stood directly in front of the two, he spoke to Kamado Tanjuro:
"You..." His hoarse voice was somewhat slow, and the tone was not discernible.
"You look a lot like him."
Hearing Kokushibo's words, Kyojuro became alert, he even made preparations to burst his eardrums at any time.
But soon, Kyojuro realized, his eyes glanced slightly at Tanjuro next to him.
— Upper Rank One.
— Is he talking to Kamado-san?
"But."
Kokushibo's voice did not reveal his tone, it was as flat as calm lake water without any ups and downs.
His six pupils were all staring at Tanjuro, Kokushibo raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and placed it in front of him.
The fingertip tilted slightly in the direction of Tanjuro:
"You, are not him."
The moment these words fell.
Buzz——!!
Kyojuro and Tanjuro, who were on alert,
Felt the huge pressure emanating from Kokushibo in front of them.
Tanjuro was not surprised at all that his 'cosplay' was seen through, after all, he might be facing the person who knew Yoriichi best in the world.
"How pathetic..."
Kokushibo looked at the similarities between Tanjuro and Yoriichi in his memory that were gradually overlapping, he was unclear about his current emotions.
Sadness, wavering, anger?
Just now, he wanted to say 'pathetic imitator'.
But when the words came to his lips, for some reason, he couldn't say anything.
As if, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that this sentence could not come out of his mouth.
But after a brief confusion, what surged up in his heart was endless hatred and rage.
He understood.
His current emotion - was jealousy.
Yoriichi.
Kokushibo looked at the alert Tanjuro, he gripped the muddy flesh and blood hilt at his waist, and slightly drew his sword.
Why, after I and that person have driven out and killed all the people related to Sun Breathing.
Why, you still leave such a trace in the world, so complete.
Why.
But his jealousy at this moment, is not only directed at Yoriichi.
Also directed at - Tanjuro.
...
Just after the two sides had been in a standoff for a few seconds.
Swish!
Kokushibo's figure moved first.
He made a slight sword-drawing motion, and then disappeared into an afterimage in Tanjuro's eyes.
He can't see!
Tanjuro widened his eyes, he scanned around, but couldn't see Kokushibo's moving figure at all!
"You... can't see, can you."
Kokushibo, holding the sword with countless arranged eyeballs in his hand, appeared on Tanjuro's side, and directly slashed at him!
There was no sword technique, just a simple probe.
Swish!
The red sword traced a perfect arc in mid-air!
Tanjuro reacted quickly, he abruptly raised the Nichirin Sword in his hand, instinctively blocking it horizontally.
Crack!
With a tremor coming from his wrist, Tanjuro glanced sideways, only to see the black Nichirin Sword bending for a moment under the heavy burden.
Bang!
The entire sword made a sound like shattering glass, cracks appeared from the point of impact, and it shattered directly!
Looking at the Nichirin Sword that shattered into starry fragments in front of him, Tanjuro's face was serious, he retreated half a step, and directly pulled out Kusabimaru!
Then quickly reversed his grip, and jabbed upwards!
"Dang!!"
Brilliant sparks bloomed where the swords met, Tanjuro held the hilt of Kusabimaru with both hands.
He caught Kokushibo's slash.
Not good!
Kamado Tanjuro looked at Kokushibo standing in front of him, who looked incredibly relaxed.
His hand gripping the hilt was trembling slightly.
If this goes on, I'll die!
He felt the only "resurrection" power in his body.
Even if he died, he could use the power of resurrection to revive.
But...
Tanjuro moved his pupils to one side, he noticed Kyojuro, who had already circled behind Kokushibo, preparing to strike.
And on the other side of the street, Kanroji Mitsuri, who was holding a bomb trying to rush over.
In the time between his death and resurrection.
Everyone else will die.
To be honest, Tanjuro initially just wanted to survive.
The prefix was - to live with Kie and his family.
But now it seems that Muzan will probably start chasing him from this time on, so he will inevitably die again and again.
That means, he will keep resurrecting, and the people around him will also be infected with Dragon Cough.
Including Kie, Tanjiro, Nezuko...
They will all die.
...
— I can't let this happen
Whoosh!
Inside his body, the resurrection power that was originally shining quickly burned to the bottom!
"What..." Kokushibo felt the sudden surge of vigorous life force in front of him, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
The power resisting his sword suddenly increased!
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound of sword collision, sparks flickered, and Kokushibo's sword was slightly bounced off.
Whoosh!
Kokushibo quickly retreated, he stood not far away, and then observed Tanjuro, who was in a very wrong state.
"...I bet right."
Tanjuro said in a low voice.
The extremely full life force was boiling in Tanjuro's body.
He slowly raised his head, his originally yellow and thin face became blood-filled, his arm muscles became strong and powerful, and his complexion improved instantly.
The crimson pattern on the left forehead gradually became hot.
The deep red pupils reflected Kokushibo's slightly surprised expression.
And, most importantly—
— That in his own heart, gradually appearing above Kokushibo's head.
— The black stance bar.
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