Chapter 96 Damn Urokodaki (Death of Kaigaku) (2/3)
Although it's not clear, but now it seems - that mask is carved by Urokodaki.
Kaigaku knew the relationship between his master and the former Water Hashira, but he also understood that this matter absolutely cannot be related to the demon in front of him!
Damn it!
Kaigaku's expression was grim, anger surged in his heart, and blue veins spread along his neck.
- Master! You...!
Recalling the care of Zenitsu and his own various reprimands in the Butterfly Mansion.
A flame of jealousy and anger intertwined in his heart, Kaigaku's already twisted heart became even more grim.
- Giving me such a mask...
His gaze gradually became fierce.
- Do you want to kill me?!
Why!
The right hand hanging down gradually clenched, squeezing it white with force.
Even though... I respect you so much...!
In a daze.
Kaigaku seemed to see, Zenitsu and Jigoro's joyful smiles.
Don't you want me... to learn the true teachings of the Breath of Thunder...?
Anger surged in his heart.
"Tsk!" He spat out a mouthful of saliva fiercely, turned his head, and muttered in a low voice with gritted teeth: "Old thing."
Thinking of this.
Step!
Kaigaku stomped on the ground fiercely, he looked at the Hand Demon who had retracted his arm behind him, and took a deep breath:
"I absolutely!"
"I don't know what the hell Urokodaki you're talking about!"
Kaigaku almost roared out from his throat, after he finished shouting, sweat flowed down with the rhythm of his breathing.
Sure,
The Hand Demon, who was slowly approaching, stopped in his tracks.
The Hand Demon paused for a moment, then a look of interest appeared on his face.
He chuckled softly in a strange manner.
"Well said, little fox."
Lifting his amber eyes, reflecting a greasy sheen, the Hand Demon squinted, looking at Kaigaku:
"Say it again."
"...What?" Kaigaku frowned, the blood loss from his left arm made him weak, and he staggered back a few steps.
"...what the hell Urokodaki." The Hand Demon seemed to be suppressing his laughter, his voice trembling.
Seeing this.
Kaigaku's breathing slowed down, a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes, and he tentatively shouted:
"what the hell Urokodaki!"
"Heehee..."
Seeing the Hand Demon's extremely pleased expression, Kaigaku glanced slightly behind him - the wisteria forest was already close:
"Damn Urokodaki!"
"Curse you, Urokodaki!"
"Not bad, not bad..."
Just as he was preparing to shout a few more times to attract the Hand Demon's attention.
Thud!
The ground shook violently.
"A little fox who can slander his own master like this, I admit you're the first."
"A character with a unique personality, perhaps... you're quite favored by that guy Urokodaki?"
"It's been years since I've seen a little fox..."
The Hand Demon's twitching eyes suddenly became more excited and joyful, several of his arms coiled up, and his other fingers covered his mouth as if shy:
"Then... if I kill you, how sad would Urokodaki be...?"
Thinking about this.
The Hand Demon laughed strangely again.
As for what Kaigaku said.
About killing the masked man, about not knowing Urokodaki.
- He didn't believe a word.
But... listening to Urokodaki's disciple cursing Urokodaki, the Hand Demon's mood at this moment
Is quite good.
Whoosh!
Almost instantly.
Several elongated arms burst out, breaking through the air! They rushed to Kaigaku's face!
"...Damn it!"
Without time to think, Kaigaku quickly turned his head and took a deep breath in an instant:
"Hiss——!"
"Thunder Breathing: Second Form: Rice Spirit!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
The Nichirin Sword in his hand swung rapidly! Quickly drawing five strikes in the air like black lightning!
Bang!
The Nichirin Sword collided with the blue arm, sparking brilliant sparks, the powerful force made the sword bounce off violently!
The huge rebound force came from the sword, instantly making Kaigaku's hand numb!
He gripped the hilt tightly.
In an instant.
Creak——
The harsh sound of metal rang out, Kaigaku incredulously turned his head to look at the Nichirin Sword in his hand.
The next moment.
With a crisp sound.
The sword in his hand suddenly became empty!
Bang!
The black Nichirin Sword, with golden lightning patterns in the middle, suddenly broke into two pieces!
Bits of moonlight-reflecting fragments bloomed in the air!
- Am I... going to die?
Kaigaku stared blankly at the half of the Nichirin Sword flying into the air, and the remaining half in his hand.
- It was... just a little bit...
In the corner of his eye, the purple wisteria flowers were already close behind.
The next moment!
A huge blue fist rushed towards Kaigaku!
Boom!
It hit Kaigaku's chest heavily!
"Puwa!" Kaigaku spat out a mouthful of blood, the overwhelming force instantly poured into his body.
Whoosh——
Like a kite with a broken string, he flew straight backwards!
After stumbling and spinning twice on the ground, Kaigaku heavily fell to the ground.
His eyes turned white, his head tilted, and he passed out.
From his clothes, wisteria flowers sprinkled with specks of demon ash fell out.
...
Not far away.
Hand Demon looked at his retracted fist with an unpredictable expression.
Smoke was rising from it, and the tip of his fist was gradually turning into ash.
This punch was originally intended to pierce the little demon.
His face darkened.
He turned his head to look at Kaigaku, who he had punched into the wisteria forest.
—Why would anyone bring wisteria flowers to the assessment?
...
After a long time.
Kaigaku, lying in the wisteria forest, struggled to open his eyes.
He looked at the purple scenery in front of him, his mind somewhat dazed.
Barely standing up with the support of his broken sword, Kaigaku looked up at the outside of the wisteria forest.
Hand Demon was long gone.
"Heh...ha...ha..."
Kaigaku was panting heavily, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blurry, his brain not very clear.
Almost subconsciously, like a survival instinct, he turned his head, turned around, and staggered down the mountain.
In his mouth, he was unconsciously murmuring.
"I... survived..."
"Killed..."
"You all..."
...
It's just the beginning of the night.
The night is still long.
...
...
Time gradually passed.
The moon gradually crossed the sky.
About five hours had passed.
In a certain town.
Step.
A pink haired figure landed on the roof, he instinctively squatted down to unload, then slowly stood up.
"Tsk!" On his face, there was an expression full of resentment.
The pale moonlight illuminated his faintly green skin.
Akaza punched the roof under him, venting his inner dissatisfaction.
These days, he had not been at his station.
After Gyokko died, the location of that information was completely cut off.
He searched for several days, but found nothing!
He couldn't even find the guy who killed Upper Rank One!
"Damn it!!" Akaza gritted his teeth and squeezed out syllables from deep in his throat, he jumped off the roof angrily.
Patter.
He landed on the street.
This is not his station, just a town on the way to his station.
Just as Akaza stood up, ready to move on.
Patter, patter.
A figure in black, almost soaked in blood on the upper body, supporting himself with a broken sword, staggered forward.
From the other end of the street, he walked towards this side.
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