Demon Slayer: Tanjiro becomes a ghost, Nezuko becomes a pillar!

Chapter 37 Slaying

In the mountains behind the narrow mist mountain.

Amidst the swirling mist, the boulder, split in two by the glutinous rice bean, stood silently in its place.

Meanwhile, Sabito, holding a mask that had also been split in two, quietly gazed at the boulder.

Makomo, standing beside him, looked at Sabito with concern.

"Can Nezuko really beat that guy?"

Upon hearing this question, the rabbit burst into hearty laughter.

"She's absolutely guaranteed to win. She's not some little girl who needs protection; she's a swordswoman who can cut through boulders!"

Looking at his resolute expression, Makomo's tense lips slowly relaxed, revealing a gentle smile.

"Didn't you say before that perhaps only you and Giyu could cut this boulder in half?"

"That guy Giyu..." Sabito's smile faded, his tone tinged with helplessness and a hint of teasing.

"He's probably hiding in some corner now, obsessing over his own mistakes and unable to escape his self-blame. I really hope Mi Douzi can give that kid another good slap to wake him up!"

Makomo chuckled to herself at these words.

"puff!"

She turned her head to look in the direction of Tengxi Mountain, where the mist was swirling and seemed to allow her to glimpse the battle-stricken forest, and murmured softly.

"Yes! Mizuko... she really did it."

Upon hearing this, the rabbit slowly raised its eyes and looked at the thick, impenetrable fog.

He raised his hand and put the mask back on his face, and the broken lines completely disappeared.

"Yes," his voice softened, tinged with a mix of melancholy and relief, "we should leave too."

"Yes, it's time to leave." Makomo nodded gently, her eyes filled with longing. "I hope Master Urokodaki is well."

Saito gazed at the distant mountains, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, his voice gentle: "Yes. I hope that everyone we care about is... well."

The moment the words left his mouth, a thick fog suddenly surged, sweeping in like a tidal wave and instantly enveloping the two figures.

When the fog gradually dissipated, the rabbit and the true goose had long since disappeared from the spot.

Only beside the boulder that had split in two, the outlines of two fox masks were faintly imprinted in the soil.

Meanwhile, in the Fujikasa Mountain at this moment—

As Nezuko's roar subsided, she gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, concentrated all her energy, and unleashed a torrent of power as the blade charged toward the Hand Demon.

As the Hand Demon gazed at the pink figure brimming with rage and murderous intent, its pupils suddenly contracted, and its massive body trembled involuntarily.

Countless fragmented images flashed through its mind—

That short but exceptionally agile little girl.

That masked man was a scarred, powerful young man.

And that man wearing the Tengu mask, who drove himself into a corner and locked himself in this inescapable Fujii Mountain.

In a daze, the image of Midouzi overlapped with those scenes from her memory, giving rise to a fear that ran deep in her bones.

"What a joke! All of you, die! Die!"

The Hand Demon was completely enraged and let out a deafening roar.

Dozens of arms around its body simultaneously grew out of length, like ferocious giant pythons, and viciously grabbed at Mi Douzi.

Those arms intertwined into a dense, impenetrable net, almost covering the entire open space.

But at this moment, in Mizuko's eyes, these seemingly fierce attacks were full of flaws.

The Hand Demon's attack threw him into disarray, and there was a brief delay as his arm regenerated.

Everything was captured perfectly by Midouzi's exceptional senses.

Her steps were like riding the waves, and with each movement she made, she precisely avoided fatal attacks.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand was also accompanied by azure waves, and each swing struck the joint of his arm perfectly.

Black blood splattered everywhere from severed limbs, and the newly grown arm was severed again before it could fully recover.

Mizuko's figure weaved through the flashing blades and blood, getting closer and closer to the massive body of the Hand Demon.

As the bean was about to rush forward, the hand ghost went berserk due to instinctive fear.

Its body writhed violently, and dozens of arms grew out of nowhere, pressing down on Mi Douzi layer upon layer, trying to crush her into a pulp.

As Midouzi looked at the wall of arms rushing towards him, his breathing rhythm suddenly changed, and the hand holding the knife tightened and loosened, the force at his fingertips precisely controlled to the extreme.

"Complete Collection, Water Breathing - Second Form - Waterwheel!"

A clear shout rang out, and just as dozens of arms were about to envelop her, Midouzi's body suddenly began to spin.

Her figure moved like a turning waterwheel, and the Nichirin Blade in her hand danced accordingly, the wave-like blade light instantly transforming into a perfect circle of water.

The force of the rotation grew stronger and stronger, severing all the surrounding arms.

Black blood and shards of limb splattered, yet they didn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

"Yes, yes! Just a little closer and we can sever its neck!"

Mizuko's heart pounded wildly, and its spinning speed increased again, heading straight for the Hand Demon's neck.

Hand Demon watched as Mizuko leaped high into the air, stepping on his severed limbs. The eyes beneath the fox mask were filled with a resolute and unwavering killing intent.

Its pupils suddenly changed, and the two arms that had been wrapped around its neck suddenly became thicker and harder.

"You can't cut it, not even that little brat with the scar on his face could, you can't!"

The Hand Demon roared fiercely at the Mi Douzi in mid-air.

And Midouzi's exceptional senses also revealed that the flaws that should have been there were no longer present.

[How is that possible? The flaws are gone?]

Mizuko was greatly alarmed, and her grip on the Nichirin Blade tightened involuntarily.

She was now suspended in mid-air, caught between a rock and a hard place, and could only watch helplessly as the Hand Demon's dozens of arms rapidly regenerated, preparing to attack her again.

But just then, she suddenly saw Sabito's face on the hand demon's arm.

Suddenly, the words that the rabbit had instructed him in the misty mountains exploded in his mind.

[Don't hesitate to swing your knife; trust your intuition and perception!]

As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Douzi's senses focused again, and that tiny flaw instantly resurfaced, becoming clear once more.

Without further hesitation, she suddenly twisted her wrist, gripping the knife, and intensified her concentrated breathing, the air exploding in her chest.

"call!"

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

As the clear shout fell, Mi Douzi crossed his hands, gripped the knife, and swung it out fiercely.

The Nichirin Blade, accompanied by sharp, mirror-like waves, cleaved through the obstruction of those two thick arms and slashed fiercely at the hair-thin opening!

"Click—"

Before the Hand Demon's incredulous eyes, the water wave violently severed his own neck.

"No...no...I...I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The Hand Demon howled in agony, and his mind also recalled his time as a human.

After landing, Midouzi quickly turned around and picked up the two masks on the ground. He was panting heavily as he warily stared at the Hand Demon's body.

But in that instant, she sensed the fear and cowardice of the Hand Demon.

Looking at the head that was about to dissipate, Midouzi slowly stepped forward.

The ghost also looked pleadingly at the fox mask with the pink bow.

"Brother, where are you? I'm scared!"

When Mi Douzi heard these words, his heart skipped a beat.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on the cold head, the sensation from her fingertips gradually fading away.

"I will not forgive the evil you have done," her voice came through the mask, tinged with a barely perceptible gentleness, "but I hope that in that world you can find your brother, hold his hand tightly, and never become a ghost again!"

In the eyes of the hand ghost that was about to dissipate, it seemed to see a light, and in that light, its brother was standing there, holding a lantern and waiting for it!