Disclaimer: Demon Slayer is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
Enjoy Reading!
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As a ninja,
If you can sneak up and assassinate your target, then don't charge in head-on.
Facing the enemy head-on is something only a samurai will do.
Tanjuro followed this rule and never missed when dealing with mobs or even monsters.
He even successfully assassinated the White Snake God, the giant snake that stretched across the valley.
Obviously, the Lower Moon Two is not at the same level as the miscellaneous soldiers in the Sekiro world.
"Pua!"
Rokuro spat out a mouthful of blood.
Whoosh!
Taking advantage of Tanjuro's sword being stuck by his Blood Demon Art, Rokuro quickly jumped two steps to the side, wrapped his coat, and landed on the other side of the roof.
"You bastard!"
He touched the wound on his neck and cursed at Tanjuro, who was freeing his sword from being stuck.
"Where did you come from!? Don't get in my way!"
Rengoku Shinjuro is his only interest, damn it!
Tanjuro flicked his sword, cleaning away the black substance on the sword.
In all honesty, this is the second time he really fought with a demon.
Tanjuro frowned as he looked at the demon's neck. He could see thick slurry material formed by the shadow, as if the blade were cutting into another dimension, never actually touching the demon's neck.
'This Blood Art...'
BOOOMMM!!
An explosion occurred two blocks away from their position.
The fire shot into the sky, kicking up dust and black smoke that obscured the streets.
"What!?" Kyojuro quickly turned his head, pupils shrinking as he looked at where the explosion happened.
'But the demon is here...'
Seeing Kyojuro's confusion from the second explosion, Tanjuro reminded him.
"It's a second time bomb."
"It would seem there are bombs set up all over the city."
Tanjuro stood ready; his blade reflected Kyojuro's image as he reminded Kyojuro about the mission.
"You should make a quick decision now."
Kyojuro did not reply as rage veins popped out of his forehead. He turned his hostile gaze at the demon.
Rokuro wiped the blood from his shoulder and threw away his coat, creating a large shadow under the moonlight.
"That's right!"
His scarlet pupils locked on the angry expression of Kyojuro. He grinned maliciously and provocatively.
"I have placed bombs all over Tokyo."
"So, Slayers!"
"How many people will die because of you!?"
Rokuro laughed out loud. Yes, this is what he wants. Kyojuro's helpless and angry expression was directed at him. Rokuro couldn't help but smile.
"What have you protected?"
Rokuro doesn't want to just kill Shinjuro.
He wants to make him suffer!
Bit by bit, first his faith, then his companions, and his family.
Rokuro wants Shinjuro to witness everything he holds dear snatched away.
And then, he will torture him before he eats him.
"Tanjuro-san."
Kyojuro gritted his teeth.
"Leave this demon to me!" Kyojuro ordered solemnly as he walked closer and in front of Tanjuro.
"I need you to inform the other members of the Corps of this intel and search for and disarm the bombs!"
Kyojuro's voice hardened as he raised his volume, not afraid of his plan being heard by Rokuro.
"Caw! Caw!"
Luckily, a kasugai crow that follows Kyojuro heard his shout and cawed as it flapped its wings and flew away.
Disarm the bombs!
Rokuro clicked his tongue, seemingly displeased at being ignored. His ears twitched slightly, and then he raised his arm, the shadow writhing and twisting, forming his Blood Demon Art.
Click! Click!
Several gun barrels poked out from the shadows, and the dark muzzles were all aimed at Tanjuro and Kyojuro.
"Don't think about escaping!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every muzzle began to flash with fire, and dense bullets shot forward at the two of them.
'Barrels of gun... from his shadow...' Tanjuro observed Rokuro's Demon Art.
Swipe!
Tanjuro watched the bullets being fired from the guns and quickly switched his Nichirin blade with Kusabimaru.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Tanjuro wasted no time in deflecting the bullets with one hand.
"Hiss—!"
He inhaled sharply, compressing a large amount of oxygen in his body.
The remaining quarter of the resurrection energy in his body also began to be consumed at an alarming rate!
'Parrying... is my specialty.'
Seeing the row of bullets flying together, Tanjuro had the idea to send them all back to their sender and swing Kusabimaru.
Dang!
All at once, the bullets were flying back to Rokuro and exploded, obscuring his vision.
Tanjuro pulled Kyojuro, who was also deflecting bullets, to cover behind the roof nodule design.
Rokuro sways away the smoke, as his Demon Art didn't hurt him. He continues to pull the triggers on his guns, raining fire upon his enemies.
"Nice try!"
"You can't kill me since you can't even cut off my neck!"
"A sword can never beat a gun!"
The two people taking cover looked at each other and nodded. They waited until the bullets stopped to execute their plan.
Click!
Instantly, Kyojuro charged out with his blade blazing.
However, it seems to be a ruse, as Rokuro fired all his guns immediately at Kyojuro, delighted that it was the target of his revenge that died first.
Ratatataaatat!
)—Flame Breathing Forth Form—(
)—Sei En no Uneri!—(
(tr. Blooming Flame Undulation)
Kyojuro had no choice but to put up a quick defense as flames wrapped around his body, shielding him from the bullets. He barely put it up in time as several bullets still pierced through, and he suffered injuries.
Tanjuro quickly rushed out from behind the cover. Kusabimaru in hand, he deflected the stray bullets coming at him.
With Kyojuro drawing away the enemy's fire, Tanjuro effortlessly closes the distance with Rokuro.
He arrived in front of Rokuro in Iai stance as he sheathed Kusabimaru back to its scabbard.
Rokuro's attention was stolen by Tanjuro, but he smiled hideously, assured in his arrogance that his neck is protected by his Demon Art.
"You're right."
Tanjuro said, gripping his Nichirin blade and making a horizontal slash at Rokuro's neck.
"Sometimes, a gun is much more useful than a sword."
"Huh?"
Rokuro was confused at what Tanjuro was talking about.
Until he sees what Tanjuro held in his left arm.
It was the sniper rifle that he uses to ambush them! Rokuro's eyes contracted as he looked down at the barrel. He tried to move his head, but it was too late!
Bang!
Tanjuro pulled the trigger.
A burst of yellow and white matter scattered across the sky. The majority of Rokuro's skull was blown off, and his Demon Art lost its protection on his neck.
"Hiss—!"
)—Sun Breathing First Form—(
)—Enbu!—(
(tr Dance)
The Nichirin blade in his right arm instantly wrapped up in dazzling hot sun flame, erupting like magma.
Snick—!
A red arc sliced into the night in a powerful swing as it cut through Rokuro's neck.
His shocked expression was still frozen on his face as his head flew high into the air.
Just in time too, cause the resurrection energy in Tanjuro's body was about to run out.
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SNAP!
The purple-black figure immediately stopped his running and looked in the direction of Tanjuro so fast it is a wonder his neck still intact.