Higashikuze Akiho's very existence was thought to be taboo among demons and humans alike: she was a half-demon, the first of her kind. But being taken in and rasied by a former pillar with a strong sense of justice and a hatred for Kibutsuji Muzan...
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第三十一话
When living beings are forced to a corner, they do unexpected things. The battle between Muichirou, Akiho, and the Upper Moon Five was testament of that. Despite bloodied and poisoned, Muichirou's head was at its clearest and the haze around his memories left like parting clouds to reveal the answers he had been seeking for so long. It had a rippling effect on Akiho as well, like two gears in a system working in tandem.
Annoying, annoying!
Watching them, Gyokko was growing more impatient by the second. Not many has lived to see his full transformation, and he was fully intending to end their lives here.
"The scales are not a good look," Akiho commented as she swung her sword downward with shattering force. The nearby trees shook. "And he smells like rotten fish."
"He does live in a chamber pot," Muichirou agreed, unleashing a rotating swing to blast off the rolling school of clayfish coming their way.
The insults from the two slayers hadn't ended all night and it infuriated Gyokko. He was a demon of perfection, yet those two insolent kids could not see. They even dared to converse amongst each other about him as if he wasn't there, despite the fact that they were near the point of exhaustion!
"I am a true artist, and only an artist can behold such beautiful and sincere seriousness!" he sneered. "Blood Demon Art: Deadly Scales of War!"
Both Akiho and Muichirou deflected the attack with incredible speed. The demon was a even trickier to keep still since his scale transformation and their surroundings were at a state of complete destruction. Yet they continued to fight against his attacks with their movements gliding smoothly.
"I'm going to cook you up! Maybe decapitate your unsightly heads and stick them into a beautiful fish!" Gyokko had been watching their movements. He swiped at the two slayers with his clawed hands right at the moment they came together in one spot. "It's over!!"
"Breath of Mist, Seventh Form: Haze."
Swish!
Clawed hands was met with foggy nothingness as the two slayers before his eyes disappeared. Gyokko followed his sense and turned his head to see Akiho behind him. Found one! He stabbed his hand out towards the girl but she was fast to jump over him and disappear once more. It was like the upper moon was slowly being surrounded by a thick mist.
"Hey you..."
Gyokko turned his head towards the voice of the girl and swung into the emptiness. He had to keep moving, or being trapped in this haze will be very bad for him. "Over here," Akiho's voice was right behind him again before he felt two sharp pains from his arms. Her sword had sliced through both of his appendages—but he wouldn't let her get away with that. With great force, one of his detached hands flexed open and left a giant gash at her chest.
