Chapter 792: Makomo Joins the Team
Chapter 792: Makomo Joins the Team
"Destroying Killing Intent: Annihilating Style!"
Yagura thrust his fist forward, his body enveloped in a blue glow as he compressed the air around him, sending a colossal force hurtling ahead.
Makomo, with a calm and composed demeanor, held her sword with both hands and swiftly brought it down.
"Autumn Wind Roll!"
The green sword light, like a whirling gale, slashed downward, colliding with Yagura's fist. The nearby ground crumbled inch by inch, and the terrifying impact rippled out in all directions.
Having transcended the limits of a demon, Yagura didn't exhibit a significant boost in strength or speed. The most notable change was the complete elimination of his weakness as a demon—he could no longer be slain by the Sun Wheel Sword.
For the current him, unless the sun rose, there was no threat to his life.
And because of this, a situation where Makomo alone could suppress him had turned into a stalemate between Makomo, Kanao, and him.
Of course, while it was a team effort, Kanao, who hadn't unlocked her Scarlet Eye, played a negligible role in this battle.
If not for her speed, which allowed her to dodge many of Yagura's attacks, she would not only be useless but also a burden to Makomo.
Although she could now dodge, the Sun Wheel Sword no longer posed a threat to Yagura, rendering her incapable of harming him.
"What a formidable swordsmanship! Even though I've broken the limits of a demon, I still can't defeat you entirely. But you, as a human, have your limits!" Yagura exclaimed passionately amidst the battle.
"How long can you maintain this peak state and fight me? A single lapse in concentration will lead to severe injury or even death. But for me, there's no such thing as a fatal injury; I can recover in an instant!"
"You should become a demon. That way, you can become stronger!" Yagura persistently invited Makomo again.
Makomo's exceptional swordsmanship indeed stirred his passion, and he yearned to have such an opponent forever. Otherwise, even if Makomo wasn't killed by a demon, she would eventually grow old and die, and this unparalleled swordsmanship would vanish into nothingness.
"No, you're wrong," Makomo said, a smile on her pure little face. "Although I will die if I'm injured, and my stamina has its limits, so does yours."
While Kanao couldn't sense Yagura's precise condition through his demon energy, Makomo could perceive his every cell's breath and clearly understand that his stamina was also declining.
Yagura's strength was formidable; even when he fought Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, from midnight to dawn, he didn't exhibit any noticeable excessive stamina consumption.
But...
Rengoku Kyojuro was nowhere near as strong as Makomo at this moment! Yagura had held back during his fight with Rengoku Kyojuro, never truly unleashing his full power, and he had sustained far fewer injuries compared to his battle with Makomo.
Makomo's prowess had caused Yagura to sustain ten times more injuries, recover over ten times, and expend more than ten times the stamina.
Thus, it was reasonable to say that the two were evenly matched.
If the battle continued like this, Makomo's stamina would be depleted, gradually weakening her, and Yagura would also find it challenging to use his Blood Demon Art due to his substantial stamina depletion, eventually becoming unable to heal his wounds.
However, the fight wouldn't last until then.
Because dawn was approaching.
Even though Yagura had overcome his weakness at the neck, the sun remained the deadliest and most profound fear of demons—a weakness he couldn't surmount, and he would still perish under its rays.
"It seems I can't persuade you," Yagura said, a hint of regret in his tone, as he glanced eastward. "The sun is about to rise. I didn't realize we've been fighting for so long. It's time for me to leave. Let's call this battle a draw."
"He's trying to escape. Don't let him get away. If he's exposed to sunlight, he'll die!" Kanao said, sweat beading on her forehead as she neared her physical limit. But upon sensing Yagura's intention to retreat, she immediately alerted Makomo.
Makomo swiftly swung her sword to intercept Yusha, attempting to stop him.
However, Yusha paid no heed to her attack this time. He allowed her sword to slice through his body, dividing him in half. Yet, the upper half of his body continued its relentless pursuit of Kanae.
Caught off guard, Kanae tried to evade, but her depleted energy had slowed her down significantly. She failed to dodge this time and could only resort to parrying with her sword.
Yusha threw a punch.
Ding!
The crisp sound of shattering steel rang out.
Kanae's Sun Wheel Sword was shattered by Yusha's punch! The impact sent her flying backward, unable to withstand the force.
"Wake up."
"If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be able to survive in your current state."
Yusha repaired his body in mid-air, glancing briefly at the retreating Kanae. Instead of pursuing her further, he vanished into the distance.
Makomo didn't give chase but appeared beside Kanae.
"Are you alright?"
"Cough... Never mind me, don't let him get away..."
Blood trickled from the corner of Kanae's mouth as she gazed in the direction where Yusha had fled.
Makomo shook her head. "It's impossible. If we forcibly kept him here, his final counterattacks would be enough to kill not just you but everyone in this town."
"Ah..."
Kanae sighed.
She knew Makomo was right.
If it were just her, she would willingly sacrifice herself to eliminate Yusha, the formidable Upper Three of the Twelve Kizuki.
However, the problem was the presence of the entire town's civilian population.
Yusha had transcended the limitations of a demon, and while Makomo could still halt him, she couldn't suppress him as completely as before. Yusha possessed the power to wipe out the entire town along with its inhabitants.
Such an action was unconscionable.
Kanae shook her head inwardly, quickly dispelling her dejected mood. She turned to Makomo and offered a faint smile, her expression friendly and respectful. "I never imagined that there could be a swordsman in this world who hasn't trained in breathing techniques yet possesses such formidable strength..."
"I only learned a little from my master."
Makomo remained humble despite her extraordinary swordsmanship.
Witnessing such unparalleled swordsmanship coupled with her humility, Kanae couldn't help but feel deep respect for Makomo's master—a sentiment that shone through in her eyes.
Such masterful swordsmanship must have already surpassed the master, she thought.
Kind, gentle, and respectful towards her master... These were the impressions Kanae formed of Makomo, and her esteem and favor toward the young swordswoman grew.
"May I ask who your master is? Can I meet him?"
Kanae inquired softly.
Makomo's swordsmanship had left her deeply shaken. She understood that such skill signified the potential for humans to become even stronger, and by extension, the Demon Slayer Corps could also grow more formidable. Thus, upon learning that Makomo had a master, she immediately sought to connect with this lineage of swordsmanship.
Makomo shook her head. "I rarely see my master, and I'm not sure where he lives now. I don't know if we can find him."
Hearing that even Makomo might not be able to locate Fengye, Kanae felt a twinge of disappointment. She turned to look at Makomo, but before she could speak, Makomo smiled and said, "You want to invite me to join the Demon Slayer Corps, don't you? I accept. I believe that demons shouldn't exist in this world."
"On behalf of the Demon Slayer Corps, I welcome you."
Kanae was slightly taken aback but soon smiled warmly, her gentle smile like a ray of sunshine.
Although joining the Demon Slayer Corps typically required an assessment, Makomo's exceptional strength rendered any test unnecessary. As for her character and morals, there was no doubt that she was an exemplary candidate.
The addition of such a powerful swordsman, one who brought a distinct power unlike that derived from breathing techniques, was undoubtedly a cause for celebration for the entire Demon Slayer Corps.
(End of Chapter)
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