Disclaimer: Demon Slayer is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
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The tenth form of Water Breathing, Seisei Ruten.
It is a sword technique that increases the power of the slash with each turn and swing.
Like water waves that rise one after another, the blade swing is layered like flowing water, and finally, the last strike impact is like a waterfall weighted at thousands of pounds.
The moment Giyu caught sight of the demon, he began steps to increase the power of each strike of Seisei Ruten.
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"Damn it, damn it..."
The Hand Demon gnashed its teeth and muttered angrily. It's moved through the forest slowly.
The expression on his face was quite indignant, and his emotion was full of anxiety. It tickled and scratched his body all over uncomfortably.
This is the first time he ever let one of Urokodaki's brats get away.
No, more importantly—
The Hand Demon's eyes narrowed slightly, and the arms surrounding his neck tightened unconsciously. Ever since Kaigaku escaped, he had been feeling uneasy.
'That little devil knows his place, at least...'
'Troublesome.'
Perhaps, sooner rather than later, someone will come to Mt. Fujikasane to kill him.
'I need to hide myself for a while.'
As he thought about his next action, another wonderful scenario appeared in his mind.
Since that kid escaped, Urokodaki must have learned what his warding mask has done to his disciples over the years.
The Hand Demon's anxiety disappeared and was replaced with an insurable amount of joy. His feeling of revenge swelled in his heart.
"Khe, khe, khe." He chuckled uncontrollably. His whole body shivered with happiness. Nothing made him happier than knowing Urokodaki breaks down from the truth.
"Despair! Crumble! Everyone died because of you! Khe! Khe! Khe!"
"Ooohh~! This is just too—"
Whoosh!
Before he could ramble on,
A strange sound entered his ears.
Since he wrapped his own face, including his ears, he was confused at what he heard.
'Is it the wind?'
His expression froze as the sound was getting closer and closer. He stayed where he was, straining his ears to listen better.
"...!"
No. It was a sound he was extremely familiar with.
The sound of water!
He turned his head as his eyes lost all joy and seriousness took over.
Having eaten thirteen of Urokodaki's disciples as well as several others who use the same Water Breathing technique, he could instantly recognize the swing sound of a blade using Water Breathing.
But this sound... was a little different from the sounds he had heard before.
Before the Hand Demon could react.
Splash—!!
A faint blue reflection in the corner of his eyes, and he turned his head to look in the direction.
He only had time to register the trees behind him already being cut in half by the trunk. These waves of destruction create a path heading straight for him.
BAM!
"Guhg!"
A kick landed on his abdomen with force!
The Hand Demon was thrown back. He looked down at himself as he felt a stream of blood spurt out from his covered mouth.
Giyu, with his two-colored haori, stepped on his body and used it as a trampoline to jump high in the sky.
The Hand Demon subconsciously looked up.
Under the moonlight,
Giyu's figure seems to use the full moon as a backdrop, giving him a mysterious swordsman vibe. The demon couldn't see his appearance.
The Nichirin blade is raised high, reflecting the moonlight, and the waves follow suit in wrapping around the blade smoothly. A ferocious roaring dragon head formed at the edge of the blade.
The Hand Demon's eyes widened seeing the technique.
The next moment,
Giyu tensed his arms and slashed down with all his might.
"HA!"
Maybe it was just an illusion, but the Hand Demon seemed to see the roaring water dragon rush down as the blade descended.
The dragon opened its mouth and bit off his neck!
The sharp blade easily cut through his arms wrapped around to protect his neck.
Snick!
Instant beheading!
The Hand Demon looked shocked as his head flew high into the air.
Then it rolled onto the ground.
Click.
Giyu landed in a crouch behind the Hand Demon's figure. He stood up and flicked the blood off his blade, which was already turning to ash.
He turned around to face down the Hand Demon. His rolled head looked up and locked eyes with Giyu.
"Wha..." The Hand Demon was in a daze. Everything happened in an instant.
He didn't even have time to react before his head was chopped off.
His mind was in a mess as he blinked his eyes, then the pattern of Giyu's haori entered his sight.
!!
Seeing that the demon reacts to his clothes,
"Do you know him?" Giyu stared at the demon, raising his hand to let him see more clearly.
The half side of his haori was the same pattern as the one Sabito had worn.
The other half was Makomo's colors.
Combine them together to form the current haori that Giyu wore every day.
The Hand Demon's memories suddenly surged up as he stared at the haori. The strongest person he had eaten—how could he forget?
"That little fox—"
Puchi!
He couldn't say another word.
As Giyu's blade immediately slashed across his face, cutting him into several pieces.
Click.
"Go to hell!"
Giyu sheathed his sword in its scabbard. He spat out the words as he exhaled a puff of steam as the demon turned to ashes.
He stood there until the Hand Demon completely disappeared.
He looked around as if trying to remember this moment in his mind.
Swish!
Giyu turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the spot.
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"...Where is it?" Shin held up his lantern as he frowned.
He carefully looked around and moved through his patrol little by little.
His other hand was held behind his back, ready to set off the fireworks to alert his co-workers down the mountain if anything went wrong.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the familiar breeze swept across his face again.
"AAAHH!"
Shin was startled as his heart jumped at the scare.
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-Location: Mt. Sagiri-
Knock knock.
The door of the house where Sakonji lives rang out.
He had been preparing for his sleep, as he had had a hard time falling asleep for a long time now. He got up and pushed open the door to see who it was.
"Giyu." Sakonji said softly.
Giyu was hanging his head low.
Sniff.
Sakonji's nose twitched slightly as an extremely sad aura was constantly pouring out of his disciple in front of him.
Giyu's eyes held no emotion, and he doesn't seem to have any thought in his head.
Sakonji didn't say anything more.
He steps forward and reaches out with his hand. He pulled his disciple into his arms and gently patted his head.
Just like he did six years ago, when Giyu came back alive.
Several illusory figures appeared around them from the mist.
They circled closer and closer and together; they also embraced their master.
Sabito leaning in the middle with his mask off.
And Makomo beside him.
Sakonji's action seems to burst the dam holding his tears back as Giyu lets go of his restraint.
Sobs and a nose full of snot were heard as master and disciple comforted each other after a long nightmare.