Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

It's only been a short time since night fell, and their corpses were already eaten before the sun rose.

"No, I will not leave a single wounded person behind."

A green light gradually covered the sword in Emiya's hand. Of course, neither the demon nor the boy could see the patterns covering the sword.

After all, that's a manifestation of magic; people who haven't studied magic can't see that the knife has been enhanced by enhancement magic.

"That's really brave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, seemingly unconcerned about his other hand, which had not yet recovered, he charged towards Emiya like a bullet, his figure moving erratically from side to side, making him difficult to catch.

This is not a reckless man who only knows how to attack in a straight line.

A large part of the reason is that his straight-line attack is better than his curved attack, as it can affect vision and is also the biggest obstacle.

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure emerged from Emiya's left side, like a beast pouncing on its prey, its mouth splitting open to both sides.

He must have enjoyed the fight to dare to sacrifice his arm to attack the Nichirin Blade.

In his hand, the samurai sword, gleaming with a cold silver light, was suddenly swung down, transforming into a sharp blade of light that, like a thunderbolt, mercilessly slashed vertically towards Emiya's face.

"Qiang!"

The powerful force caused Emiya's hands, which were gripping the katana tightly, to tremble involuntarily, and his body to sink downwards to alleviate the force.

The demon that was slashing straight down didn't stop there. It spun in mid-air, its katana rotating half a circle downwards. After fully utilizing the momentum, it slashed fiercely towards Emiya's abdomen, following the direction of the airflow.

At this point, it was impossible to lower the raised katana to block.

However, Emiya carries more than just one sword!

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Emiya swiftly reached out with his left hand and pulled out another katana from his waist.

The fierce chopping force from the side made the samurai sword he had just picked up suddenly jolt, almost causing it to slip from his hand.

"Tsk, interesting!"

The demon gasped in astonishment, its body suddenly flipping to the other side in mid-air, slicing through the air with a faint whooshing sound, and aimed at Emiya's throat.

At this moment, the samurai sword held in the air had already shifted downwards.

It must be said that Shirou's strength as an ordinary person is far inferior to that of a demon. Even though Shirou tightly gripped his katana and held it in front of him, he was still pushed and twisted to the side by its powerful force.

It's impossible to barely withstand such a slash without using both hands.

only--

"Tear--"

The smile on the demon's face, who was brandishing a samurai sword, came to an abrupt end.

He saw that his other hand was now suspended in the air, losing its continuous support, and his arm was easily severed by Emiya.

Despite having no prior swordsmanship experience, Emiya miraculously blocked the oni's relentless attacks, even launching a counterattack in a short time. The scene was so intense that sparks flew, surprising even the boy standing nearby.

However, the boy did not stay idle. Taking advantage of the ghost's inattention, he quickly bandaged his severed right hand and cautiously moved towards the location of his other severed hand.

Ordinary swords cannot inflict fatal wounds on a demon; he was willing to gamble his life, even at the cost of having his head severed, in exchange for his right hand, even in the face of a Nichirin Blade.

There's no reason why they wouldn't use even more brutal fighting methods when facing Emiya.

While the Nichirin Blade could be deadly, the two katana in Emiya's hands posed no threat whatsoever to that demon; at most, they were just a bit troublesome.

He now has to find a way to cut off that ghost's head to have any hope.

With that thought in mind, the boy continued moving toward his severed arm.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! ...

The ghost, who had lost both hands, suddenly retreated backward. He never expected to be defeated by such a brat, even though he had lost an arm during the fight.

But only a few seconds later, in the time it took for the ghost to get angry, its hands immediately grew back from its sides.

"Its recovery ability is nothing short of terrifying."

Emiya's forehead began to bead with sweat. He didn't dwell too much on the battle just now. For Emiya, whether he was wielding one sword or two, the difference wasn't significant.

Because he wasn't good with a knife, he was better at archery.

However, during the battle, for some reason, before he could even think of a way to deal with the situation, his body started moving on its own.

Perhaps it's what's called a conditioned reflex?

Emiya didn't think that much about it.

But in the face of darkness, is it virtually impossible to kill such a monster?

Chapter Twelve: The Nichirin Blade, a Weapon for Slaying Demons

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

It scratched its head incessantly in agitation, muttering to itself, looking like it had gone mad, its eyes bloodshot.

Emiya has no sympathy for this monster, nor will he foolishly stand by and watch its artistic performance. He has only one goal now: to defeat it by any means necessary.

Even if you can't kill it, you can still escape this area. However, it seems there is a way to kill it.

It seemed that the knife in the boy's hand could effectively suppress the monster's regeneration rate.

"Wind Breathing First Form: Dust Whirlwind - Slash"

A powerful shockwave rose from the boy's position, and a figure shot towards him like a bullet, carrying a spiraling wind blade that destroyed the entire ground. It appeared in front of the demon in the blink of an eye.

"not good!"

"Tsk——"

It tilted its head back slightly and retreated, the blade gleaming with emerald light merely grazing its neck, leaving a thin line of blood.

The injured boy's use of his weaker left hand to unleash the power of Wind Breathing was already incredibly weak. In addition, the loss of an arm caused a loss of balance, which greatly reduced the accuracy of his slashes.

"You don't really think I didn't see your little tricks, do you?!"

The demon, who had dodged the slash, showed no mercy and pierced through his entire shoulder with a claw, lifting him up.

Indeed, there were only three people on the entire battlefield, and apart from the sounds of their battle, there were no other environmental factors that could interfere with their observation capabilities.

If Emiya could notice the boy picking up a weapon, then the even more perceptive Oni must have noticed.

The whistling wind followed, and a sharp glint of light flashed before the demon's eyes, severing his newly grown hand once again.

Upon seeing the boy's sudden advance, Emiya didn't remain idle. Instead, he followed the sharp wind created by the boy and strode towards the demon's location.

Emiya doesn't have any teleportation abilities; he can only rely on his own two legs to get there as quickly as possible.

Emiya was not a weak man, nor was there any vast difference in strength between him and the demon before him. It was impossible for Emiya to stand there and watch the boy be killed.

“It’s so annoying!”

The severed arm grew back in just a few breaths.

Without breathing techniques or the Nichirin Blade, Emiya posed extremely little danger to himself, and when facing that boy, he unconsciously forgot about Emiya's existence.

Even when he was extremely angry and wanted to kill Emiya with his own sword.

After all, no matter how well Emiya could defeat it, it posed no threat to its life.

With his powerful regenerative abilities, he could outlast Emiya.

But that boy was different. If he accidentally slashed the neck of the boy, the boy would basically die here.

"We still need to kill one first!"

Even an injured body can pose a threat to oneself, let alone a clueless kid who came from who-knows-where.

One against two, the advantage is mine.

As it thought this, it unleashed a burst of power that even a ghost would possess, moving like a shadow toward its severed hand that held the knife.

It didn't receive much of that person's blood and didn't know any blood demon magic. That's why it practiced swordsmanship diligently and slaughtered humans everywhere, hoping to gain that person's favor.

It is an ambitious and motivated ghost that never fears death, always striving for greater power!

"Are you ok?"

Emiya, who had just repelled the demon, caught the boy who was about to collapse.

"Cough! Use this Nichirin Blade to cut his neck, and he'll die!"

Some of the boys, who had lost too much blood, could only kneel on the ground and say these words weakly, handing the Nichirin Blade in their hands to Emiya.

"Don't worry about me. This wound is not enough to kill me. Its power is not enough to withstand the damage from the Nichirin Blade."

The Nichirin Blade itself is made of materials that can absorb sunlight, possessing a portion of the sun's power. It is extremely lethal to demons, and most demons die by such a blade.

Even without the aid of breathing techniques.

Breathing techniques, like ripples, can generate power similar to the sun. Even though they have different attributes such as wind breathing and fire breathing, they all originate from sun breathing and their power is ultimately of the same source.

The combination of breathing techniques and the Nichirin Blade allows the Demon Slayer Corps members to fully unleash the power of the Nichirin Blade and more easily slay demons.

"Perhaps I truly lack the talent to become a member of the Demon Slayer Corps."

The boy knelt on the ground, somewhat depressed, with a bitter smile, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He trained with the trainer for several years, but ultimately did not learn many moves, and his proficiency in breathing techniques was not as good as his peers.

At Fujikiyama, I could only fight against some relatively weak demons, if it weren't for my senior brother's help.

His life ended on Fujiki Mountain, especially after he witnessed a monster that resembled grass and trees slaughtering the other participants in the selection process.

That was the first time he had ever seen a demon with blood demon magic. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not move.

If the evil spirit hadn't seemed completely uninterested in him, he would likely have become one of its nourishment sources.

As a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, he is generally quite brave, after all, he has killed so many demons, and he does not feel despair or fear unless there is a huge difference in strength.

He was well aware that his abilities were only capable of bullying those ghosts without blood demon magic, but he hadn't expected that these ghosts, who had no special abilities, would possess such great power.

Chapter Thirteen: Speed ​​Allows You to Do Whatever You Want