Renascence (M.K)

三十

Tanjiro let out a high cry as he was thrown across the floor but before his beaten body could meet the steel floor, he skidded and grasp his bearing, controlled.

He regained his posture, restraining his two legs from juddering due from too much exhaustion. He forced himself to break his usual limit and used his two hands to grip his black katana whilst his breathing remained unrest.

A quick, sharp twinge shoot up on the left side of his ribcage that instantly put his defenses lowered. His face contorted from the pain, making him heave upon the sudden unendurable ache as he jabbed the shaft of his katana into the ground and gripped tight on its hilt, using it as a temporary support for his tire out body.

When Rokuro have witnessed the physical struggling of his opponent, a twitch of his lips almost look as through he was smirking have immediately manifested. But when it was followed by a low growl, Tanjiro have discerned it was a no smirk of triumph yet rather a demeanour of his burn out temper.

The lower moon two kuzuki was beyond spared by his own inundating anger. He seethes just by seeing; how come, facing a simple human kid have turned out to be a challenge on his behalf.

It struck him surprised.

He is sentient with the human enemies he have previously encountered. Back from time, he had slew innumerable young mizunotos and tsugukos from his prior missions but what that stands across him right now is an authentic exception!

Rokuro have never once faced a young boy that possessed such zeal and invincible spirit and this burgundy headed one is an epitome of an iron - blooded warrior.

Rokuro can faultlessly see Tanjiro's body is no longer filled with endurance. His eyes can close in no time until it would left him unconscious, but his eagerness and determination to fight was incomparable that could test time.

He cannot grab the implicit understanding of Tanjiro's motivation to fight. For him, the boy is a fool for persisting to contend in a battle against him. It was truly natural for demons to defeat the humans. The attributes between them spanned more than he can tell and he only sees the young boy is on his way of courting his own death.

Rokuro was quaking with anticipation along with its sharp talons that protrudes dangerously on his fingers. His golden cat-like eyes grew crazed, reining an oppressive intent of killing Tanjiro without delay.

"Your foolish perseverance to fight me is laughable!" Rokuro exclaimed. His face was distorted in mirth, insanely looking at the human boy and as time draws near them. He got more and more excited to tear his flesh open.

"Why don't you just surrender?! We both know this skirmish battle will still lead to your death!" He continues. The outpouring of his self - confidence was unknowingly blinding him.

Conversely, Tanjiro's eyes rimmed with a firm determination. Despite of the severe injuries his body have acclaimed from their fight, he never lose his footing and instead, he remain unwavered.

His blood flow in a thin gentle stream between his eyes as it continue to trickle under his nose. He looked at Rokuro and used the back of his hand to wipe the bead of his blood from the corner of his lips then says; "This is not over yet. I... I can still defeat you." He pants and almost retches afterwards.

He took the chance to gander his eyes to his right and discerned that his fellow comrade, Zenitsu was still left cold, injured and senseless, lying vulnerable on the ground.

Tanjiro pulled his katana out from the ground and then points it towards the lower moon two demon. He straightened his back and angled his both feet apart into another readied fighting position as his teeth crunched together in rage.