Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 232 Giyu Tomioka, give me back my life!

"Boom!"

The heavy tracks pounded the ground as the tank formation advanced step by step. The turrets spun with a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"The latest weapon made in Britain, the Mark V tank," Dio's voice came from above. "What do you think? This is the military's latest toy."

On the armored plate, several undead men held heavy machine guns, their black muzzles pointed at the group.

The tank turret spun, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound, and the main gun aimed at Himejima Gyoumei, who was standing at the very front.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Orange-red flames spewed from the cannon muzzle, and at the same time, the undead on the armored plate pulled the trigger, unleashing a dense hail of bullets.

"Careful!" Tanjiro yelled.

"Amitabha."

Himejima Gyoumei took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. A white stream of air escaped his mouth, forming a fine mist in the air. He clasped his hands together, stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked open.

"Breath of Rock, Third Form, Skin of Rock Body!"

The chains in his hands instantly unfurled, tracing silver arcs in the air. The chains spun faster and faster, eventually forming an impenetrable defensive barrier in front of him.

"Clang clang clang!"

The bullets struck the spinning chains, sparks flying. Each bullet was steadily stopped by the shield woven from chains.

Tanjiro was stunned for a moment: "So strong!"

Just then, the tank's tracks emitted a screeching sound as they turned, and the massive steel body suddenly accelerated.

"Click click click!"

The machine gun continued to fire wildly, forcing Himejima Gyoumei to retreat. Although the chain's rotation speed did not decrease, its defensive range was shrinking.

"Oh no!" Tanjiro stepped forward to help.

"clang!"

Six blood-red longswords instantly blocked his path, their blades gleaming coldly. Kyojuro Rengoku stood there, his six arms moving simultaneously, the blades weaving into a net.

"Your opponent is me." A glint flashed in Rengoku Kyojuro's blood-red eyes. "Don't even think about helping others."

Sanemi Shinazugawa stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked. He was launched like a cannonball, his Nichirin Blade whistling as it hurtled through the air.

"Wind Breathing - Second Form - Claw Claw - Kanako Wind!"

Obanai Iguro followed closely behind, her body contorted in a bizarre, twisted posture, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

"Serpent's Breathing, Second Form: Narrow-Headed Venomous Fang!"

The breaths of wind and snakes intertwined. The two swords flashed almost simultaneously, and the undead man holding a gun on the armor plate was cut in two before he could react.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several corpses fell to the ground, and the heavy machine gun in their hands also fell to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Beimingyu Xingming suddenly tightened the chains in his hands.

"Breath of Rock, Second Form: Sky Shatter!"

The meteor hammer whistled as it smashed into the tank's cannon barrel.

"boom!"

The enormous impact smashed the cannon barrel in two, sending metal fragments flying everywhere.

Sanemi Shinazugawa had landed on another tank, a sharp aura swirling around his blade. "These pieces of junk dare to act so arrogantly in front of me!"

The metal track snapped instantly, sending parts flying everywhere.

Just then, a dense horde of undead beings surged in from all directions. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, clearly intended to exhaust the crowd through sheer numbers.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter how many come." Shinazugawa Sanemi gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Just cut them all down."

From his vantage point, Dio surveyed the battlefield below. He watched the pillars charge through the horde of corpses, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"It seems the toxin concentration isn't high enough."

He clapped his hands, and the several undead immediately understood. They quickly operated the mechanisms, and more poisonous fog poured out from the surrounding devices.

Grayish-white smoke cascaded down like a waterfall, quickly enveloping the entire battlefield.

"Cough cough." Sanemi Shinazugawa covered his mouth and nose. "Damn it, this poisonous fog is even thicker than before!"

The others weren't doing much better. The toxic fumes were irritating their lungs, causing a burning sensation with every breath. Even covering their mouths and noses with damp cloths couldn't completely block the toxins.

Dio looked down at everything below, a slight smile playing on his lips. He turned and walked deeper into the palace.

"I bet Muzan Kibutsuji can't wait any longer." Dio pushed open the door to the underground palace, his voice tinged with amusement.

At this time, on the battlefield

Giyu Tomioka and Sabito's Nichirin Blades clashed once again, and their appearances remained exactly as he remembered.

"Water Breathing - First Form - Water Surface Slash!"

Giyu Tomioka took a step back, his blade rippled like flowing water. He knew that Sabito was just a walking corpse, but every time he swung his sword, his heart would tremble involuntarily.

Just then, a large amount of toxic fog surged in, and a sudden, intense burning sensation came from my lungs.

"Cough cough."

In that brief moment of hesitation, Sabito's attack was already upon him. The Nichirin Blade slashed down with fierce momentum, and Giyu Tomioka barely managed to raise his sword to parry.

"clang!"

The two knives were locked in a stalemate, sparks flying everywhere.

Just then, a figure flashed in from the side. It was Makomo!

Giyu Tomioka tried to avoid it, but the poisonous fog slowed his reaction time.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, blood splattered, and a deep wound appeared on Giyu Tomioka's left arm.

"Ha," Makomo's eyes flashed with a blood-red light, "Is this the power of the Water Pillar? How disappointing."

At this moment, Sabito's attacks became increasingly fierce, and his Nichirin Blade, accompanied by a whistling wind, continued to strike.

Giyu Tomioka parried repeatedly, his arms beginning to go numb. Each clash of weapons forced him back a step by the immense force.

"clang!"

Blades clashed, sparks flying. Giyu Tomioka stumbled, taking three steps back to regain his balance.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

The saber approached step by step, its Nichirin Blade scraping against the ground with a piercing metallic sound.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Giyu Tomioka, his voice icy and chilling: "Remember the day of the Final Selection? I shouldn't have saved you."

Giyu Tomioka's pupils contracted sharply.

"Because of you, I will die!" Sabito suddenly roared, his Nichirin Blade slicing through the air with a whistling sound as it aimed for Giyu Tomioka's neck. "Because of your weakness, because of your incompetence, I will die!"

Giyu Tomioka raised his sword to parry, but the poison slowed his movements. The blade grazed his shoulder, creating another wound. Blood dripped down his arm.

"If I live," a savage glint flashed in Sabito's eyes, "this water pillar is me! I will become the strongest water pillar!"

"I, Tomioka Giyuu, wanted to say something, but it felt like something was blocking my throat."

"It's all because of you!" Sabito roared, unleashing a six-hit combo in an instant. The blade light was as dense as lightning, each strike more ferocious than the last.

Giyu Tomioka managed to parry, but the final blow left his hands numb and his Nichirin Blade nearly slipping from his grasp.

"Give me back my life!" Sauternes roared.

Giyu Tomioka's Nichirin Blade trembled slightly, its hilt soaked with cold sweat. Every word Sabito uttered felt like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

The knife in his hand grew heavier and heavier, as if it would crush his body. Guilt, self-blame, and resentment swelled in his chest, almost suffocating him.

Sabito's blade, carrying a fierce killing intent, slashed down, about to strike Tomioka Giyuu's head.

At that very moment, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It was a quote from Tanjiro:

"We live not just for ourselves. Those who have carried on the legacy entrusted to them should continue to move forward."

With a "click," he gripped the hilt tightly, and the previously shaky blade suddenly stabilized.

clang!

The blades clashed, and both men took a step back.

Seeing this, Sabito's eyes flashed with rage: "Still struggling? Then let me show you the true Water Breathing!"

"The Breath of Water, the Form of Picking Up, the Flow of Life!"

The blade of Sabito was wrapped in rushing water, while on the other side, Makomo used the same move at the same time.

Two sharp blades of light intertwined in the air, like two raging dragons tearing at and lunging at Giyu Tomioka. The air was ripped apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Giyu Tomioka stared intently at the move. The essence of Water Breathing was displayed perfectly here, almost reaching the highest level of this breathing technique.

But

He took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands. A clear aura emanated from his body, and his eyes became incredibly calm.

However, his heart pounded at that moment, and a blue mark suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Water Breathing - Form Eleven: Calm Sea!"

His blade lightly sliced ​​through the air, without any earth-shattering momentum or sharp killing intent, just like a fallen leaf gently gliding across the water's surface.

But it was this seemingly ordinary strike that completely neutralized the opponent's surging attack.

"Sabito." Giyu Tomioka looked directly into the other's eyes. "You're right, I owe you a life. If you want it back, I can give it back to you anytime."

He gripped the hilt of his sword, his voice hardening: "But this life no longer belongs to me alone. Tanjiro, Urokodaki-sensei, Rengoku, everyone who trusted me—I bear their expectations. I cannot betray your life-saving grace, nor can I betray their trust."

"Therefore," Giyu Tomioka raised his Nichirin Blade, his eyes solemn, "let me use this life to protect more people!"

"Shut up!" Sabito's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. "What right do you have to say such things!"

He stomped his foot, and the ground shattered instantly. He charged towards Giyu Tomioka like a cannonball, exuding a fierce killing intent.

Makomo also flanked from the other side, forming a pincer attack.

A hint of sadness flashed in Giyu Tomioka's eyes. He took a deep breath and gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly. Gentle ripples flowed slowly across the blade.

"Water Breathing, Form Five, Heavenly Compassionate Rain".

The strike was executed extremely slowly, as gentle as rain.

However, Sabito and Makomo had no time to react before their heads were severed from their bodies.

There was no splattering blood, no agonizing cries; everything was as gentle as spring rain.

"I'm sorry," Giyu Tomioka said, sheathing his sword and standing still.

Sabito's head rolled on the ground, and a sliver of clarity gradually returned to his blood-red eyes. He looked at Giyu Tomioka's retreating figure, a hint of a relieved smile flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)