I am the magnetic field maniac

A moment's mistake means death!

Unlike Muichiro who didn't dare to be distracted at all, Akaza even had the leisure to chat with him...

"I wasn't sure at first, but looking at your sword, you might have some connection with Lord Kokushibo."

The rain-like iron fists kept colliding with the sharp sword blades. Looking at Muichiro gritting his teeth, Akaza smiled while constantly attacking and repairing himself...

"Then I think maybe I should leave you to Lord Kokushibo. I guess he's almost done with the rest of the demon hunters in the carriage."

Upon hearing this, Wuyilang's eyes narrowed slightly, but in this split second, he was kicked in the abdomen and flew several meters away before he could stop!

"No, if you get distracted, you'll die." Akaza put away his right leg and grinned happily...

27. Kokushibo and Tanjiro

"Did it work, Mr. Muichiro?"

As Tanjiro took a slight breath, the passengers who seemed to be rushing towards him endlessly suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

Naturally, Tanjiro interpreted all of this as a victory for Muichiro.

He was panting and recovering his strength, but to be honest, he didn't actually consume much energy.

Although he had been fighting at a high intensity for dozens of minutes, and although he had almost danced the Fire God Kagura in its entirety, Tanjiro strangely did not feel too tired.

He knew the reason.

With his slow breathing, a faint electric current flowed through his blood vessels, passing through his lungs and heart, stimulating his muscles to contract more strongly and making his physical strength more continuous and lasting.

The reason why Tanjiro's progress is so exaggerated is the power "given" to him by Shiromukai.

Pushed by electric current, or rather, it has not reached that level yet. For Tanjiro, who is about to awaken, he has only stepped over the threshold of the third-level character and barely touched the edge of being pushed by electric current.

But even so, he can be said to be a very "talented" person.

Because this is not a world where magnetic fields rotate...

To be able to master this skill so quickly in this world that does not belong to this power system, it goes without saying that he is talented.

However, even if Tanjiro has such talent and power, he can't accomplish anything great.

Because of his character, his character destined him to not become a "great man". He possesses great power, but not a big enough heart.

Even after seeing Bai Wujie, a negative example, he would instinctively suppress this power.

Suddenly, Tanjiro felt Nezuko squirming inside the box, and he immediately comforted her...

"It's okay, Nezuko, everything has been resolved, you can rest assured..."

Nezuko was still moving, and could even be said to be hitting the box hard. Tanjiro, who had a very deep understanding of his sister, already had a strong sense of crisis at this moment!

"Where did you learn the breathing method you just used?"

A calm voice sounded less than five meters behind Tanjiro's head. There was no murderous intent in that voice, but it was this calmness that made Tanjiro feel as if he was falling into an ice cellar!

For someone who could so easily walk within five meters of oneself without being discovered, it would probably only take a moment to take off his head.

What’s more important is that Tanjiro can smell the strong ghost aura from the "ghost" behind him, and the unprecedented "smell" that is almost the same as Muzan Kibutsuji!

"The God of Fire Kagura: The Fourth Form of Phantom Sun Rainbow..."

Without any hesitation, Tanjiro adjusted his heavy breathing and used the magical dance taught by his father. He twisted and spun his body at an extremely fast speed and jumped to the other end of the carriage in an instant!

However, when he drew his sword and turned around, he did not see any enemy in front of him.

But that voice still lingered in his mind like a thorn in his flesh.

“Hmph, even though it’s used in a very rigid way and its power isn’t very good, it is indeed the Breathing of the Sun…”

Tanjiro's breathing became more rapid, and this time he turned around slowly, and the true face of the "attacker" who made the sound behind him was exposed to Tanjiro.

The three pairs of eyes stared at him with hatred, sighs, and disdain. He was wearing an old-fashioned kimono, with a burning scar on his head similar to Tanjiro's, a high ponytail behind his head, and a sword tied to his left waist.

Kokushibo was indeed very curious as to why this inconspicuous and untalented boy in front of him could actually use Yoriichir's Sun Breathing.

He had been there for some time, hiding in the dark and watching Tanjiro's actions... and there was no way Kokushibo could mistake the breathing and sword techniques he performed.

That was his brother's sword.

Although it might be just a part of Yuichirō's swordsmanship... or even just a tiny and inconspicuous link in the swordsmanship he created, but there is no doubt that this is the inheritance of Sun Breathing.

This inevitably pulled Kokushibo into memories of the past.

The man who was like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, a man he was destined to never surpass, and his "monster" brother whom he hated.

However, apart from expressing his feelings, Kokushibo did not have any other extra emotions.

Although it is quite rare to see swordsmen who have inherited the Breathing of the Sun in modern times, this is only limited to modern times.

For Kokushibo, one of the conditions for his cooperation with Muzan was to eliminate the swordsman who inherited the Breathing of the Sun on his behalf.

Hundreds of years ago, Kokushibo had hunted down no less than ten swordsmen who inherited the Breathing of the Sun...

As for them, Kokushibo's evaluation was the same as his evaluation of everyone outside the Demon Slayer Corps except himself and his brother.

Unknown clown

Most of them couldn't even perform a complete sword dance of more than three moves, and most of them were ridiculous compared to the young man in front of them.

In their hands, Yunyi's swordsmanship was truly like a pearl covered in dust.

Kokushibo sighed, or perhaps also laughed, thinking that after he had expressed such a sigh, Yoriichi would actually believe that there would be swordsmen in the future who would surpass him.

But now, who can surpass him? With these unknown things, which are not even "qualified" in his eyes?

So, Kokushibo moved.

Type 1: Dark Moon: Palace of the Night

The sword-drawing slash was simple but swift enough to be hard to catch, and the surging sword energy formed countless crescent-shaped cutting energy at the same time.

You will die! If you don’t do your best to stop it, you will definitely die!!

Tanjiro's spirit was warning so rapidly, and the strong sense of crisis combined with his own desire to survive produced amazing results in this instant.

The God of Fire Kagura!

There is no difference in size, or to be more precise, Tanjiro had to use his slightly tired body...

Forced to burst out four different dance forms at once to offset Kokushibo's sharp and terrifying cutting energy!

This is extremely difficult, or rather, it was something that Tanjiro could never do in the past!

Tanjiro's talent is not strong. It can even be said that he is far inferior to his father who was able to complete the Kagura Dance in the snow even when he was sick. His body cannot withstand the extreme pressure of the Breathing of the Sun on the flesh.

Being able to perform a complete dance move at once was his limit, and perhaps it improved after fully concentrating on breathing... but there was no doubt that he was still just a wisp of dust in front of Kokushibo.

Only now, Tanjiro possessed a different kind of power, a power inspired by the emotional outburst during a life-and-death situation.

Electric current drives the God of Fire Kagura!

The talent that Bai Wujie opened up out of boredom automatically stimulated a powerful electric current in his body that flowed through his limbs and bones.

The power of the body was instantly stimulated, and at the same time, the fiery markings on Tanjiro's head became more conspicuous!

"Zebra? No...your heart rate wasn't over 200."

Four consecutive dance moves perfectly offset the sword that Tanjiro theoretically could not have blocked, without even causing any harm to the unconscious people around him.

Kokushibo's attention was obviously not on that. He just looked at the lines on Tanjiro's head with interest and said softly...

"Boy, there is one thing you probably don't know. People who open the markings usually don't live past the age of 25. Besides...boy, yours shouldn't just be the markings, right? Is there some power hidden in it that I don't know about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Tanjiro whispered in shock, although he stimulated the power of electric current when he was between life and death, he had no real control over this power. Even if he had the power, he had no idea how to use it.

He could only fight using familiar methods as much as possible. Unable to truly utilize the electric current in his moves, he could only use it to stimulate his body.

"It doesn't matter, but you are a pleasant surprise."

Kokushibo spoke softly, then slowly drew out his sword.

Only then did Tanjiro see his "sword" clearly. The blade, hilt, and grip were all over his eyeballs, as if it was an alien sword forged out of flesh and blood.

But it was sharp enough that it easily tore open the top of the train with just a slight scratch.

Kokushibo jumped up first, and even without saying anything, his actions showed his invitation - if you want to fight, let's fight somewhere where you can stretch out.

Tanjiro had no reason or position to refuse. He put his sister down from behind, panting, and whispered...

"Nezuko, stay here. If I don't come back, run to the end of the car."

Tanjiro didn't know why Hakumujie hadn't taken action until now... but he believed that this strongest and most brutal man he had ever seen in his life would not be defeated so easily.

It is obviously not a wise choice to use someone who treats Nezuko as a test subject as the last insurance...but Tanjiro has no one else to trust now.

Taking a deep breath, Tanjiro picked up his knife and jumped onto the carriage along the crack.

And when he looked back, the sound of metal colliding at the front of the car and the extremely strong smell of Muzan told Tanjiro what Muichiro was doing.

"This train will arrive at the station in about ten minutes."

Kokushibo looked at the brightly lit city in the distance and said calmly...

"If you can't hold on before then, I'll kill you. If you can hold on, I'll make an exception and give you a chance to become a ghost."

"Remember my name, call me... Kokushibo."

"Kouhu, if you want to fight, then come on! The God of Fire Kagura: Train!"

The only response to the words was a scorching slash...

Tokyo Asakusa

In a secret residence hidden by blood demon magic, the demon who betrayed Muzan, Tamayo, is now in a state of panic and ecstasy.

Because just now, her assistant Yushiro saw what happened to the train through the talisman of the invisible cat following Tanjiro.

During these hundred years, he seldom took action, and whenever he did, he would kill one of the Upper Ranks and the Third of the Pillars and then go to kill the passengers on that train.

Tanjiro and Muichiro were caught in a bitter battle, or rather, it was a hell from which there was no return.

The strength of the top three upper ranks cannot be dealt with by a single demon hunter.

Except for Yoriichi Tsugakuni, demon hunters with human limitations cannot compare with these monsters that can live and grow for hundreds of years.

Of course Tamayo felt extremely terrified, because Tanjiro and Nezuko were the key to whether she could create a drug that could turn demons back into humans!

And just from the perspective of a friend and elder, she absolutely did not want anything to happen to this poor pair of siblings.

As for the joy? That was because Muzan had almost sent out all the upper ranks... which meant that this guy probably had no other means now.

The opportunity to destroy that devil is just around the corner. How can Tamayo, who has been tormented by hatred for hundreds of years, not feel happy!

"Master Tamayo, I'm ready!"

Yushiro, who put talismans on his eyes, said loudly that his blood demon art, Eye Hidden, is not only able to hide the sight... but also has the ability to create a talisman that projects and shares the vision of both parties.

If vampire magic is pushed further, even conversations can be possible.

Of course, it would be more efficient if we could use something called a "telephone"...but considering that both Tamayo and Ubuyashiki have to hide their homes, it would be impossible to use such a thing.

The moment the blood demon art was activated, veins popped up near Yushiro's eye sockets. It was not easy for him to handle such a long-distance call, not to mention the pressure from the other party.

After about an incense stick of time, Yushiro heard the tired voice of Ubuyashiki Kazuya.

"What's wrong? Miss Tamayo."

"Now Upper Rank One and Upper Rank Three are heading out to surround and kill Tanjiro and the others."

"What?! Are you sure?!"

Ubuyashiki Yoya, who had just climbed out of the hospital bed, made a shocked sound, and Tamayo nodded heavily...

"Such a strong demonic aura can only come from the upper ranks. Anyway, can you guys support Tanjiro and the others in time?"

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps are not permanently stationed at the headquarters. In fact, most of the time even the Pillars are scattered throughout various cities and regions across the country, waiting to deal with local demons.

Tamayo didn't know which pillar was in charge of the Kikugawa area now...but she knew that if a single pillar went to support, it would be nothing more than suicide.

"impossible."

The words of the Demon Slayer Corps lord that came from Yushiro's mouth made Tamayo's heart sink as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"All the pillars are now near Ebara County. It's impossible for them to rush over." Ubuyashiki Yoya said in a deep voice