Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

Therefore, she needs to become even stronger.

Her Blood Demon Art is not truly omnipotent. Considering the possibility of encountering Yoriichi's brother in the future, she must make herself stronger in other aspects as well.

"Brother."

Something suddenly came to mind. Mitsuha looked at Yan Sheng, who was walking forward to cut off Ubuyashiki's head, and asked:

"Do you know how to step into that transparent world that Yoriichi-nii-san spoke of?"

It was an ordinary night.

While Mitsuha and Miku were planning a surprise attack on the Demon Slayer Corps' base, Muzan, who had finally reunited with Tamayo and was busy searching for information about the Blue Spider Lily, bumped into Yoriichi, who was also on a mission, in the outskirts of the city.

The progenitor of demons and the strongest demon hunter of all time suddenly met.

Disheveled hair, blood-red vertical pupils, a black kimono with gold lettering, and that scornful smile that seemed to disregard everything and look down on all the world...

This was the first time Yoriichi had seen this legendary demon king in person.

This man was brimming with a violent life force, like lava erupting from a volcano, devouring everything around him.

With just a simple glance, Yoriichi understood.

The reason the gods allowed him to be born into the world with such a powerful physique was to slay the legendary progenitor of demons before him.

It was a kind of preordained intuition; in that instant, Yoriichi fully understood his mission in this life.

He must kill Muzan.

With his right hand slowly resting on the hilt of his sword, Yoriichi's Transparent World instantly opened, allowing him to see everything inside Muzan's body.

Beneath Muzan's skin, which is indistinguishable from that of a normal human, he has a total of five brains and seven hearts.

These brains and hearts are located in various parts of Muzan's body. If they cannot be completely severed in a very short time, it will be impossible to kill Muzan completely.

Therefore, he had to use all his strength.

"Your face looks familiar..."

Looking at Yoriichi, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Muzan's lips curled up slightly, his face displaying his usual confident smile.

Yoriichi's face looked somewhat familiar to him, quite similar to Mitsuha's appearance, much like a masculine version of Mitsuha.

But Muzan didn't think much of it.

Whether the demon hunter in front of her is truly Mitsuha's blood relative or just happens to resemble her.

Since Mitsuha had never mentioned to him that she had other brothers, it meant that this was simply an insignificant matter.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in you..."

As soon as he said that, Muzan's arm instantly lengthened and mutated into a long whip covered with dense spikes, which he swung at Yoriichi with terrifying speed and force!

Having anticipated and dodged Muzan's attack thanks to the Transparent World, Yoriichi glanced back at the bamboo forest that had been instantly severed by the whip, and for the first time in his life, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The progenitor of demons was more powerful than any demon he had ever encountered before, and far exceeded his expectations.

Muzan's seemingly casual attack could very well kill him on the spot, even if he was only lightly grazed!

No more hesitation.

Exhaling a wisp of orange-red breath, Yoriichi seized the brief opening after Muzan's latest attack, gripping the red-hot Nichirin Blade in his hand, and with a speed that even Muzan couldn't react to, he instantly rushed in front of him!

With a flick of his wrist, Yoriichi executed all twelve sword techniques of the Sun Breathing style, much to Muzan's astonishment.

The orange-red flames, enveloping the blade, slashed across Muzan's entire body in that instant, repeatedly striking his five brains and seven hearts!

Then the flames dissipated, and all was silent.

His hands and feet were all severed, and his body was cleaved in two by a diagonal slash. Muzan lay sprawled on the ground, staring in astonishment at his body, which had failed to regenerate as it had in the past.

Why can't I have more children?

What's causing this strange burning sensation?

This man's knife...

Muzan used his severed arms to hold his head up, trying repeatedly to put it back on his neck, but he couldn't get it back together no matter what he did.

Yoriichi, holding a Nichirin Blade, stood in front of him, looking down at him.

He didn't rush to finish Muzan off with the final blow.

In his mind, the images of countless people harmed by evil spirits in the past appeared one by one. Yoriichi's memory ultimately stopped on the night Shi was murdered.

There was one question he desperately wanted to ask the progenitor of demons before him.

There was one question he desperately wanted to hear Muzan answer personally.

"What do you value life?"

Yoriichi's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible anger.

Faced with the source of all evil and misfortune in the world, Yoriichi's heart was also burning with anger.

However, Muzan did not answer Yoriichi.

When faced with Yoriichi's question, he simply raised his head, glared at him with a fierce look, and the veins on his face bulged, gradually turning blackish-red.

Unable to get the answer Muzan wanted, Yoriichi turned his gaze to Tamayo, who had been standing to the side, wanting to hear what she would say.

Yoriichi noticed this melancholy female demon from the very beginning. As a demon who followed the progenitor of demons, her strength was ridiculously weak, a character who could be easily defeated with a single strike.

Therefore, Yoriichi had not paid much attention to her before.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly noticed that, faced with Muzan's sudden and severe injury, Tamayo not only showed no intention of helping him, but instead stared at Muzan with wide eyes and an expectant look in her eyes.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembled slightly, and a faint glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes.

A little strange...

Confused, Yoriichi decided to ignore her for the time being and deliver the final blow to Muzan.

However, at that moment, he heard Muzan suddenly make the sound of his teeth being crushed.

The next instant, Muzan, who was originally broken on the ground, exploded into more than 1,800 pieces, which shot out in all directions!

After a moment of stunned silence, Yoriichi swiftly swung his sword, doing his utmost to cut off more than 1,500 of the fragments!

Even though he had given it his all, more than three hundred tiny fragments still managed to escape. If they were all combined, they would be about the size of a human head.

The surroundings returned to calm. Looking at the head that disappeared into the night in an instant, Yoriichi stood there dumbfounded.

Kibutsuji Muzan... escaped?

He made Muzan Kibutsuji escape from his grasp?

Chapter 48 The terrifying talent

"Ugh!!!"

Before Yoriichi could even sink into grief, Tamayo suddenly let out a scream that sounded like a agonizing cry, and she immediately knelt down on the ground.

"It was so close...so close!"

Tamayo, her hands frantically scratching her hair, knelt on the ground, tears welling in her eyes as she broke down and cursed.

"Kibutsuji Muzan! You beast, why won't you just die?!"

Completely bewildered by Tamayo's sudden breakdown, Yoriichi stood there, unsure of what to do, when she suddenly sat up straight and patted her body with both hands in confusion.

"Huh? That's strange. Why am I not dead yet?"

Tamayo knows Muzan very well. If she dared to curse him so directly under normal circumstances, Muzan would not only kill her on the spot, but would at least punish and torture her.

But why is she perfectly fine now?

Not only that, Tamayo even felt that the faint connection between herself and Muzan, which had existed deep within her soul, seemed to have been severed just now...

Has Muzan lost control of her?

Could it be because of the severe injury I just suffered?!

She...is free?

"It seems that your relationship with Muzan Kibutsuji is not simply one of subordination."

Looking down at Tamayo, who was kneeling on the ground with her expression changing several times, Yoriichi hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand to her, perhaps because he felt he could trust her.

"My name is Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Can we talk?"

In a dilapidated temple in the mountains on the other side, Yan Sheng is instructing San Ye in sword practice.

"Understanding the world is proof of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, and only those who have exhausted the essence of martial arts can master it."

Therefore, simply memorizing techniques isn't enough. Mitsuba, you must learn to recognize them, understand them, and ultimately transform them into techniques that truly belong to you.

He casually tossed aside the head wrapped in cloth belonging to Ubuyashiki, and looking at Mitsuha, who was repeatedly brandishing her sword in the courtyard, Yan Sheng said, word by word:

"Contain your aura, remember each breath you take, and feel the changes in your muscles and bones with each swing of your sword."

While doing all of the above, you should also try your best to observe these similar changes in your opponent, to understand them, speculate on them, and even predict them..."

With Yan Sheng's instructions in mind, Mitsuha's figure shifted back and forth in the moonlight, and her moves moved at will.

A strange feeling gradually arose in her heart, and as she repeated this over and over again, she slowly closed her eyes.

He gradually felt no weight on the Nichirin Blade in his hand, his movements became increasingly swift, and the subtle sounds around him became more and more obvious.

The perception of time was gradually lost in the process, just like a candle illuminating the darkness. In this pitch black with her eyes closed, Mitsuha gradually felt that she could see again.

It was as if she had suddenly gained a third eye, and everything around her gradually became clear in her mind.

The bright moon overhead, the dilapidated temple, the moss-covered floor tiles, the vine-covered walls, and Yan Sheng standing silently to the side, along with the wrapped-up head of Ubuyashiki...

Everything was so clear.

Mitsuha even felt that her "gaze" penetrated Yan Sheng's clothes and skin, and she could see his internal organs and muscles hidden under his skin.

She could see the expansion of Yan Sheng's lungs, the blood surging in his veins, the beating of his heart, and his taut muscles.

This feeling is so familiar...

Mitsuha remembers that feeling.

That was more than ten years ago, on the morning when Yoriichi's older brother defeated his swordsmanship master.

After her two older brothers left, she secretly picked up a bamboo sword and tried to imitate the sword moves of her brother Yoriichi.

It was during that time that she briefly entered a "transparent world" and briefly gained the ability to see through everything.

I see……

Understanding dawned on her, and Mitsuha closed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

So, that was the transparent world back then?

So, back in that distant morning, she had already briefly touched upon this realm?

As the transparent world gradually stabilized, Mitsuha stopped what she was doing.

She kept her eyes closed, turned her head to look at Yan Sheng standing to the side, and smiled brightly.

"Brother, your physical strength is truly amazing."

Upon hearing his younger sister's teasing remark, Yan Sheng immediately realized that Mitsuha had successfully activated the Transparent World.

Is it really possible to do it this fast...?

Yan Sheng was shocked, and his expression faltered slightly.

Although Mitsuha had already anticipated her genius sister's talent when she learned that Mitsuha could memorize all of Yoriichi's sword moves after only watching them once, Mitsuha had already made some predictions.

But he never expected that Mitsuha would be able to master the secrets of entering the Transparent World in just a few hours and successfully open it.

What a terrifying talent!

If there truly exists someone in this world who can reach Yoriichi's level of swordsmanship, then Yan Sheng believes that the most likely candidate is his sister.

Are you envious? Are you jealous?

Yan Sheng asked himself these questions.

Of course I envy them, and of course I'm jealous.

Such terrifying talent would be the envy of anyone in the world who aspires to martial arts, and no swordsman would not yearn to possess it.