Justice is Blind |『 Female OC 』• Kimetsu no Yaiba

Act 37: Eyes of the Snow Goddes

The final stand of the battle had begun, and Akira knew it in the trembling depths of his body. Every breath burned his lungs, every step weakened him, and yet the fire that drove him forward burned with an unrelenting fervour.

*Drip*

*Drip*

Blood seeped from the wound in his abdomen, but he didn't dare look away from the demon before him. That would be giving in and accepting his injuries as fatal. Instead, he tightened his hands into fists, lifting his gaze to Nozomi with the intensity of a vow held fast by his very soul.

Nozomi's smirk only widened as he watched Akira struggle to stay upright. His golden eyes glinted, delighted at the sight of Akira's trembling frame, his grin tinged with a sadistic amusement that only deepened the rage within Akira. "You look tired," Nozomi drawled, his voice laced with mocking pity. "Are we reaching your limit?" he taunted.

Akira didn't answer, and his silence was a testament to the stubborn strength that fuelled him now. The promise he had made to himself lent strength to his exhausted frame. He took in one more shuddering breath, clenched his fists, and let the words slip through gritted teeth.

"Light Breathing...Second Form..." he muttered. Then he launched forward, his steps weaving around Nozomi in a rapid zigzag, flickering in and out of sight as he accelerated with his last reserves of strength.

His movements fractured into countless afterimages, creating a chaotic mirage of light and motion that disoriented the demon. "Blinding Light Ray!" Akira's voice tore through the space between them as he struck from multiple angles, each punch like a streak of light crashing against Nozomi's body.

*Bam*

*Whoosh*

Nozomi faltered, staggering slightly under the barrage, his sneer replaced by a moment of genuine shock as Akira's fists collided with his ribs, arms, and chest. Yet the demon recovered quickly, bracing himself as Akira's strikes began to lose force.

Akira's face, taut with determination, showed no sign of giving up, but the power in each blow faded as his energy waned. Seeing this, Nozomi's mocking grin returned, his smirk deepening as one of Akira's punches glanced off his jaw with only a fraction of the strength required to do lasting harm.

"Is that all?" he taunted, his voice laced with malice. "You're losing your touch," he sneered, watching as Akira staggered back, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Then, Akira tried to lift his arm again, to raise it in preparation for another strike, but his muscles had begun to seize, each one trembling with exhaustion.

His vision wavered, a painful dizziness clawing at the edges of his mind. As he moved forward, a violent fit of coughing overtook him, blood splattering onto the floor beneath his feet. His fists trembled, his entire form teetering as he struggled to keep his head up, his gaze locked on Nozomi.

With an almost playful snarl, Nozomi lunged, his claws glinting as they extended toward Akira's throat, the vicious intent in his eyes unmistakable. Akira's arm shot up, but his body betrayed him; his movements were sluggish, his muscles sapped of their strength.