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Chapter 805: Makomo's Judgment
Chapter 805: Makomo's Judgment
Some believed in the existence of gods, while others did not. Some accepted it readily, like the Fire Hashira, while others remained more rational, such as the Wind Hashira, Tomioka Giyu.
Once the conference room fell silent again, Tomioka Giyu, who had remained silent until then, turned to the Master.
"You say you've proven the existence of the gods. I'd like to know how that was accomplished."
Tomioka's words drew the attention of the other Hashira in the room.
He was pointing to something even more crucial.
How had the existence of the gods been proven? Without evidence, it seemed unlikely that Kagaya Ubuyashiki, as the master of the Demon Slayer Corps, would make such an announcement lightly. The decision to disclose this information implied that solid proof existed.
Every Hashira, even the devoutly religious Hinokami Kaganezuka, wanted to know what evidence had confirmed the existence of the gods.
Kagaya was, of course, unsurprised by Tomioka Giyu's question.
He turned to the Insect Hashira, Shinazu Kanae, who had remained silent throughout the discussion, sitting in the second position to his right. He nodded slightly at her.
Kanae placed one hand in her lap, then withdrew it and opened it for all to see. In her soft, pale palm lay a single silver strand of hair.
"This is a gift from the gods and proof of their existence."
The eyes of the assembled Hashira fell upon Kanae's palm.
Though the strand of hair was delicate and unassuming, the Hashira were keen-eyed, and they could all clearly make out the seemingly ordinary silver hair.
"A single hair?"
Tomioka frowned slightly.
"It appears rather ordinary," added Uzui Tengen, peering closely.
Kanae retrieved a wooden stand that had been by her side and placed the hair upon it. "Come closer and observe carefully, and you will understand," she said.
Hearing this, Tomioka knitted his brows and glanced at those beside him.
The Wind Hashira, who had been the first to request proof, did not act immediately. Instead, the Fire Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro, who had readily accepted the existence of gods, took the initiative.
"So, this is the hair of a god?" he asked, looking at Kanae.
"Indeed," she replied with a slight nod.
Rengoku stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I see. Then, allow me to experience the presence of a god."
As he spoke, he stood up and approached the hair. He performed a formal ritual to pay respect to the divine, then knelt and brought his hands together as if to cup the strand of hair.
His fingertips grazed the edges of the hair, but he felt nothing unusual.
It didn't feel heavy but rather insubstantial, like ordinary hair.
Rengoku was taken aback for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and activated his breathing technique, heightening his perception—a sense honed through countless battles with demons and relentless training.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Still, he felt nothing out of the ordinary.
Just as doubt began to creep into Rengoku's mind, his expression froze.
He opened his eyes.
To his astonishment, his entire field of vision had turned into a blur of white, the conference room and all the Hashira had vanished.
Before him lay a world of pure white.
He looked down, and his eyes widened in shock.
Far below, in the endless expanse of white, there appeared a silver bridge that seemed to connect two realms, stretching to the other shore! The majestic silver bridge was composed of countless awe-inspiring patterns, each containing profound truths that defied description. Merely glancing at them seemed to impart endless insights.
As the Fire Hashira, Rengoku's breathing technique followed a unique path, perfected through generations of swordsmen who had refined, studied, and developed it.
It was boundless and infinite! Compared to the silver bridge, he felt as insignificant as a grain of sand in the vast ocean.
...
Back in the conference room, under the watchful eyes of the Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro, the Fire Hashira, closed his eyes to concentrate. After a few seconds, his entire body froze, and he came to a complete standstill.
Nearly half a minute passed.
Thud!
Rengoku Kyojuro collapsed to the ground, his face pale.
"Fire Hashira!"
Sadanoji Sanemi was startled and immediately rushed to his side to support him.
But Rengoku Kyojuro had already propped himself up and waved away Sadanoji's help, indicating that he was alright. However, his body was drenched in sweat, and his forehead glistened with perspiration.
"Kyojuro, what did you sense?" asked Uzui Tengen, his expression grave.
Rengoku Kyojuro took a few deep breaths to steady himself before answering in a strained voice, "Vast, majestic, immense..."
Even now, he hadn't fully recovered from the shock.
That boundless grandeur made him feel infinitesimal, and all of this came from just a single strand of hair—a distance between the sky and the earth, a realm beyond human reach.
No wonder they spoke of the existence of gods.
Indeed.
Aside from true deities, who could possess such awe-inspiring might?
This was not merely a disparity in strength but a difference in levels and realms—an insurmountable gap, like the gulf between muddy earth and the boundless sky.
Seeing Rengoku Kyojuro reduced to this state after merely touching and sensing the hair, as if he had endured a perilous and brutal battle, the other Hashira exchanged uncertain glances.
Although they didn't know exactly what Rengoku had perceived, it seemed evident that the assertion of the gods' existence was an undeniable fact.
However.
Even with this confirmation, some couldn't suppress their curiosity.
Sadanoji Sanemi, Uzui Tengen, and others, after observing the situation solemnly for a while, decided to try sensing the hair themselves.
One after another, they collapsed.
Only Kaganezuka Higurama maintained his meditative pose, refraining from attempting it.
Makomo also tried to sense it and, like the others, found herself unable to maintain her will in the face of that vast and majestic power. The only difference was that a seed of confusion had been planted in her heart.
From the hair, she sensed a strange familiarity, a connection to her master—the one who had saved her, raised her, and taught her swordsmanship.
But...
Although her master's strength and swordsmanship far surpassed her own, the grandeur she sensed from the hair seemed incongruent with what she knew of her master.
Pondering this conundrum, she managed to steady herself somewhat and turned to Kanae, inquiring about the origin of the hair.
Without hiding anything, Kanae recounted the entire story to Makomo.
A gift from the gods? An opportunity to change fate...
After a brief moment of astonishment, Makomo suddenly realized—perhaps her master had received a blessing from the gods, which was why his swordsmanship was so far beyond her own, surpassing her by a hundredfold.
By now, she was no longer ignorant. She clearly understood the immense power of her master's swordsmanship, capable of easily defeating the Upper Moons. Even Kokushibo, whom they had never faced, her master could likely defeat with a single stroke of his sword.
Such power was completely detached from reality, transcending mortal boundaries and presenting an incomprehensible gap.
It was highly unreasonable.
But when she thought about the blessing of the gods and the sense of familiarity she felt from that power, it all made sense if the source of it all was divine, just like this strand of hair.
If she ever got the chance to meet her master again, she would ask him about it.
Makomo thought to herself.
(End of Chapter)
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