The girl arrived in front of an abandoned mansion.
The mansion's door was ajar; the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, devoid of life.
The girl passed through the dilapidated front garden and stopped before a bedroom.
In the dead silence, a figure stepped out from within the room.
It was a tall male demon with pale skin and ten fingers with nails as black as ink, sharp and long.
He wore a flamboyant long robe, his long hair casually loose, and his face was strikingly handsome.
Yumee looked at the girl before him and smiled.
He elegantly raised his hand and lightly touched the girl's cuff.
A crimson glow, like a awakened firefly, floated out from the girl's sleeve pocket.
It was an ordinary seashell, now emitting an eerie blood-red light.
"Look, you like it very much."
Yumee spoke with a hint of pride, "Since you've accepted it, you are mine."
He put away the seashell, stepped forward silently, and bared his fangs at the girl's fair neck.
Buzz—
A sharp shriek that tore through the air suddenly erupted!
A dazzling, glowing white blade light fiercely slashed towards Yumee's head.
The greed on Yumee's face instantly froze, turning into astonishment.
He quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike.
"Tsk! That was quite a quick reaction."
Ryosuke, whose sneak attack had failed, appeared in front of the girl, his nichirin blade held horizontally to protect her.
Yumee, whose meal had been interrupted, was furious, his narrow eyes scrutinizing Ryosuke.
Especially his nichirin blade, which emanated a glowing white luster.
"Heh, Thunder Breathing—"
Yumee tilted his head, his tone full of deep mockery, "Crude! Truly crude beyond belief!"
"Such a violent and rude Breathing Technique, paired with a boorish brute like you who lacks any artistic sense, is simply a desecration of this beautiful blade!"
Ryosuke couldn't be bothered to waste even a single word on him.
For such a self-proclaimed elegant pervert, the best response was to chop him into mincemeat!
Ryosuke's eyes sharpened, and lightning raged around him, rumbling incessantly.
The sharp edge of his long blade instantly transformed into a lightning flash tearing through the darkness!
"Thunder Breathing, Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!"
The blade light was like electricity, striking directly at the demon's throat!
Although Yumee spoke that way, he clearly understood the speed and power of Thunder Breathing sword techniques.
He dared not meet it head-on, his figure strangely dodging, while simultaneously uttering a series of short, bizarre syllables.
As he chanted, countless seashells scattered in the corners of the courtyard seemed to awaken by an invisible force!
They trembled violently, emitting a low hum, their surfaces glowing with an eerie blood-red light!
Chirp, chirp, chirp!
Countless seashells densely shot towards Ryosuke!
Ryosuke's blade stance paused, and where the blade passed, thunder rumbled faintly!
"Thunder Breathing, Second Form: Rolling Thunder!"
Chirp!
Five fierce lightning flash slashes struck the shell swarm!
But the number of shells was simply too great; although Ryosuke shattered a large portion, several escaped and pierced his arm and shoulder blade.
"Hmph, a brute is a brute, only knowing how to swing a blade and hack."
Yumee looked at Ryosuke with disdain.
"What the hell are you talking about?! Die!"
Ryosuke ignored his injuries, fiercely raising his nichirin blade and charging forward!
Bang!
Claws and the nichirin blade collided, the powerful force sending both of them back several steps.
Yumee looked at his blood-stained hands and cursed furiously.
"Crude! You crude, boorish commoner!"
"Why are you whining like a little kid?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow.
As an outstanding youth of the 21st century,
He had long undergone the baptism of 101 and 'Honor of Kings'.
He didn't know how many times he had fought in 'mother's family tree defense battles'.
Yumee's insults had no destructive power or insult in his ears; in fact... they were stupidly cute.
Yumee was utterly enraged, as Ryosuke sheathed his long nichirin blade, bending forward and striding.
Suddenly, a surging aura exhaled from Ryosuke's mouth and nose, and lightning raged around him, rumbling loudly!
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, Triple Strike!"
Chirp!
The blade's hum suddenly rose, and Ryosuke had already transformed into a lightning flash, slashing!
Yumee violently waved his hand to defend but was knocked back several steps.
Before he could catch his breath, the second and third slashes followed in quick succession!
Yumee stumbled in response, his chest struck by Ryosuke, and he flew backward like a blood bag.
Ryosuke was just about to press his advantage when his consciousness began to blur.
Yumee stood up, a cold sneer on his lips.
"My Blood Demon Art: Nightmare Concha, isn't just about controlling these little trinkets."
He drew a line in the air with his fingertip, and countless blood tendrils sprouted from Ryosuke's wounds, quickly coiling around him!
"Its essence lies in discerning human hearts and igniting the most primitive and fervent desires deep within the soul!"
"Lust, greed, ambition, gluttony... no matter what, they will be infinitely magnified, submerging one in a vortex of desire!"
As his last syllable fell, Ryosuke felt a chaotic consciousness surge towards him!
Everything before his eyes instantly twisted and shattered, rapidly receding.
He felt as if he had fallen into a void, and control over his body was rapidly slipping away.
"Alright, crude Demon Slayer."
Yumee grinned widely, "Now let me see what kind of filthy and defiled desires are hidden beneath your rude exterior!"
He pointed a finger, and blood energy surged, quietly infiltrating the depths of Ryosuke's consciousness, preparing to peek and toy with it, ultimately completely destroying this Demon Slayer's soul!
[Kill him! Quarter him! Mince him!]
Huh?
Yumee: o_0?
Yumee emerged from Ryosuke's consciousness.
It must be that I opened it incorrectly.
He comforted himself thus and plunged in again.
[Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!]
[Cut him down! Chop him to pieces! Grind him to pulp! Sun him! Grind his bones to dust!]
An extremely pure killing intent suddenly erupted.
In Ryosuke's consciousness, scenes of Yumee being decapitated, dismembered by countless blade lights, and dragged into the sun to be exposed, played out again and again.
Yumee wailed in agony, his voice no longer an elegant chant, but a desperate dirge!
There was not a trace of hesitation, fear, greed, lust... only pure killing intent!
He just wanted to kill Yumee!
Yumee felt as if he had watched an extremely terrifying horror movie and quickly withdrew from Ryosuke's consciousness.
He staggered back a few steps, his pale face twisted and hideous.
"Madman! You are a complete and utter madman!!"
He shrieked, his elegance completely gone, leaving only hysterical madness.
"Is there nothing else in your heart besides killing me?!"
"You monster!! Monster!"
His mind had suffered an unprecedented shock.
His Blood Demon Art, which he prided himself on for manipulating human hearts, had become a complete joke in front of this Demon Slayer!
Ryosuke's mental world was terrifyingly barren, yet terrifyingly pure!
Yumee couldn't find a single flaw, because he was that flaw.
Yumee was utterly enraged, his black hair wildly dancing, roaring fiercely.
"Since you only want to kill me, then go to hell!"
His figure shot up, his sharp claws bringing a sharp whistle that tore through the air, heading straight for Ryosuke's head!
The breath of death choked Ryosuke's throat.
Boom!
Just then, a scorching Flame Breathing light illuminated the night, descending from the sky!
"Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
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