Demon Slayer : Breath of The Forest

A gentle breeze swept by and Shinichi, who had been peacefully resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, the emerald glow in his left eye flaring to life!

Not far away, Shinobu Kasugai Crow was desperately flying toward him.

Without a doubt, Shinobu had encountered a Demon!

Shinichi instantly stood up, locked onto a direction and prepared to charge forward.

But in the next moment, a sharp whistling sound abruptly rang out behind him.

Shinichi expression shifted slightly as his body instantly dodged to the left.

A blur grazed past the hem of his haori with a screech—BOOM!!

A deafening explosion sent dust flying everywhere.

By the time Shinichi swiftly turned around, his brows were tightly furrowed. As the dust settled, he finally saw what had attacked him.

Embedded in the ground was a massive crater and within it, a crimson longsword was deeply plunged into the earth.

Under Shinichi's gaze, the red sword suddenly seemed to melt, dissolving into a pool of blood that seeped into the ground in the blink of an eye.

"What the hell is this?" Shinichi muttered under his breath before sharply turning his attention to a certain direction.

Sure enough, a figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

Clad in a black martial artist's coat, with golden eyes, a cold and stern face, and short jet-black hair, the figure wore a headband with the bold character "Martial" at its center.

Sharp fangs protruded from its lips and its arms were crossed, black claws glinting ominously.

From the darkness emerged an unfamiliar Demon.

The moment Shinichi laid eyes on it, alarm bells blared in his mind.

His instincts screamed that this Demon was strong—unbelievably strong!

Stronger than any Demon he had ever faced before!

Its power surpassed even a hundred—no, two hundred—Rokuro combined!

"With this kind of presence... an Upper Rank?" Shinichi hand slowly reached for the hilt of his Nichirin Blade.

However, the golden eyes of his opponent bore no engraved characters.

The unfamiliar Demon said nothing.

When it stopped about ten meters away from Shinichi, it cracked its neck with a series of unsettling pops before scrutinizing Shinichi with a critical gaze.

"Your aura is still too weak. But to reach this level in just a few years... you haven't wasted Shun'ichi's bloodline" the Demon muttered, seemingly to itself.

Shinichi didn't respond.

Instead, he tightened his grip on his Nichirin Blade.

In the next moment, a surge of overwhelming vitality coursed through his body—focus sharpened, resolve unshakable—to cut down everything in his path!

A brilliant emerald light erupted as the ground beneath his deerskin boots cracked into countless fissures.

The moment his dual-colored Nichirin Blade left its sheath, its dazzling emerald glow illuminated the pitch-black night.

"Breath of the Forest · Twelfth Form · Forest Draw Slash · Instant Leaf!"

Shinichi refined Iaido Slash had surpassed all previous limits—its speed was now beyond human perception.

The emerald slash shot forth like a fleeting autumn leaf, aimed straight for the Demon neck.

Yet, faced with this seemingly unavoidable strike, the Demon showed no trace of panic.

Instead, a grin of excitement spread across its face, revealing its razor-sharp fangs.

"Now that's more like Shun'ichi! Blood Martial Arts · Shield Form · Black Tortoise!"

The Demon roared in exhilaration, raising its arms—right hand vertical, left arm horizontal—forming an "L" shape.

BANG!! CLANG!!

The swift slash collided with the demon, producing a metallic reverberation that echoed through the air.

Shinichi pupils contracted slightly as he was forced back by the tremendous recoil.

Once he steadied himself, his sword hand trembled faintly and his gaze instantly turned grave as he focused on the demon.

The demon remained in its previous stance, but now its body was enveloped in swirling crimson light.

For a fleeting moment, it appeared like an exquisitely crafted giant shield emblazoned with the ferocious image of a Black Tortoise!

Dispelling the luminous shield around it, the demon fixed its golden eyes on Shinichi with keen interest and praised.

"Not bad, not bad. Did you invent this technique yourself? Impressive—far more aggressive than Shunichi. I like it! I wasn't planning to waste time, but now you've piqued my interest. Again! Let me see what other surprises you have in store, kid!"

With that, the demon stomped the ground, squatting into a horse stance as it crossed its arms.

"Blood Martial Arts: Blade Style: Soul Blades!"

SPLAT!

Its palms suddenly split open, gushing blood that instantly coalesced into two crimson longswords.

Shinichi drew the short Nichirin Blade at his waist, crossing his longsword and shortsword in both hands.

"I don't know where you popped up from, you bizarre demon, but I've sensed your aura before—you're the one from Nara Prefecture, aren't you? (See Chapter 78) But that doesn't matter now. Once I cut you down, I'll learn everything!"

The demon smirked. "Bold words, kid. Even Shunichi Moriki didn't dare speak to me like that. Let's hope your skills match that mouth of yours!"

"Forest Breathing: Thirteenth Form: Niten Ichi-Ryu- Wolf Spirit!" A roaring emerald wolf surged forth.

The demon golden eyes gleamed with approval as it swung its crimson blades, unleashing countless bloody slashes that clashed violently with the emerald beast.

BOOM! CRASH! KABOOM!!

A series of explosions and metallic clashes erupted, the commotion loud enough to rouse half the villagers in Kipei Village.

Bewildered, the villagers stepped out of their homes to witness bursts of emerald and crimson light erupting behind the village, trees toppling and shattering instantly.

The spectacle terrified the villagers, some even dropping to their knees in frantic worship, believing the gods had unleashed their wrath.

Meanwhile, as Shinichi and the demon battled fiercely, Shinobu Kocho was locked in her own desperate struggle.

The demon she faced—a swift, airborne oni—darted through the sky like a mythical fiend, its piercing shrieks disorienting her.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Shinobu lips, yet her violet eyes remained unwavering.

Her Nichirin Blade, uniquely slender and needle-like with only its tip sharpened, was a weapon forged under her and Shinichi joint request by the swordsmiths of the village.

Though the smiths had initially disapproved of its unconventional design, the blade proved a perfect match for Shinobu combat style—or rather, for the breathing technique that belonged to her alone.

Although the oni was extremely fast, for Shinobu Kocho, who sparred daily with Shinichi and often trained with her sister, catching up wasn't impossible.

Then, in one decisive moment!

"Insect Breathing: Dance of the Bee Sting - True Flutter!"

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