"You bastard!" Sanemi Shinazugawa's fury was almost palpable, his chest heaving violently, but Yoizumi's indifferent attitude left him with nowhere to vent his anger.
The hilt of the wooden nichirin blade in his hand was almost crushed, with faint cracks appearing.
Yoizumi was also helpless; he wasn't good at dealing with such an irritable person.
He raised a hand and pointed at the half-broken wooden nichirin blade in Sanemi Shinazugawa's hand, his calm tone like adding fuel to the fire.
"The wooden nichirin blade won't do. Come back with a nichirin blade."
"Hmph…" To Sanemi Shinazugawa, this statement was no different from a provocation.
It was just another way of saying:
'You can't beat me with that wooden nichirin blade!'
Seeing his friend about to explode again, Iguro Obanai felt that Yoizumi didn't mean anything else, so he retorted, "Why not?"
"I can't use a Breath of Snow with a wooden nichirin blade; it breaks easily," Yoizumi recalled his previous experience of using a wooden stick with a Breath of Snow; before he even used a sword form, the stick had turned into an icicle.
Sanemi Shinazugawa realized he had misunderstood Yoizumi, but then he roared, "Would it kill you to be clearer?!"
"Am I not clear enough? You have a problem with your comprehension."
His way of speaking was no different from Tomioka's!
One was annoying enough, now there's another.
Sanemi Shinazugawa was so furious, he was almost going to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.
But he no longer intended to reply to this guy; otherwise, he would only get angrier.
Tokito Muichiro, who was watching the two, tilted his head and pondered.
He always felt that Yoizumi-nii's attitude towards Shinazugawa wasn't exactly friendly… Regarding this, Yoizumi wanted to say:
He had never forgotten.
This person had once tried to harm Nezuko and had even stepped on the wooden box.
Sanemi turned back, grabbed his nichirin blade, and came before Yoizumi. After drawing his nichirin blade, he flung the scabbard far away and spoke sharply, gritting his back teeth.
"I'll have a go at you first. I hope your body is as tough as your mouth."
"Otherwise, I'll chop you until there's nothing left!"
Yoizumi glanced at the scabbard Sanemi had thrown far away. Why throw it so far? Won't he have to pick it up himself later?
"Ah, I wanted to fight Yoizumi-nii first," Muichiro said with some regret, stepping back a few paces to leave enough open space.
"Tokito, you've been on missions with him, so you must have seen his Breath of Snow, right? What do you think?"
Iguro Obanai stood beside Muichiro, arms crossed, and said in a low voice.
"Both his speed and strength are top-notch, and…" Muichiro recalled the ice-covered scene when he first found Yoizumi.
"And I think Shinazugawa will lose."
Shinazugawa will lose?!
Tokito's expression didn't seem like a joke.
Iguro Obanai's heterochromatic eyes then seriously looked at the two. As a long-time friend, he was well aware of Shinazugawa's strength.
And this demon, he had fought and slain Upper Ranks multiple times.
Iguro, who had never encountered an Upper Rank, wasn't sure how strong they truly were.
Let me see.
Let's see how big the difference in strength is.
Also… Iguro Obanai and Mitsuri Kanroji frequently exchanged letters.
Originally, due to his past experiences, Iguro deeply detested the existence of demons.
But because Yoizumi had taken actual action, and under Kanroji's influence, he wasn't as resistant to Yoizumi.
But!
Kanroji had even praised this demon in her letters!
Thinking of this, Iguro's crossed arms tightened, and even veins bulged on his forehead.
Hostility!
Yoizumi inexplicably glanced at Iguro.
Sure enough, both of them were strange.
"Is this the time for you to be distracted!" Sanemi Shinazugawa raised both hands to the right side of his head, his eyes fierce, the green nichirin blade glowing with a chilling light in the darkness.
Wind Breathing First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!
The whistling wind stirred up gusts of dust, instantly breaking through several meters with an unstoppable momentum and thrusting towards Yoizumi.
The cracked stone surface showed no indentation where Sanemi Shinazugawa had passed.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Yoizumi reacted in time, blocking all of the incoming nichirin blade strikes, the blades clashing and sending sparks flying.
Great power!
He glanced behind him with his blue eyes; his body was knocked back to the edge of the steps by Shinazugawa's immense force. One wrong move and he would tumble down hundreds of stone steps.
"What's wrong! Can you only defend?!" With veins bulging from his straining arms, the two were in a stalemate, their strength evenly matched. Sanemi Shinazugawa gritted his teeth and growled.
Yoizumi didn't intend to use his Blood Demon Art.
He wanted a pure sword-fighting battle.
The bloodstains on his face, scraped by stones flying from Sanemi Shinazugawa's attack, healed instantly. Yoizumi tightened his grip on the hilt, seized the opportunity, and, as he swung his nichirin blade next, he used the angle.
He forcefully slashed with his nichirin blade, causing his opponent to lose balance, and he seized this opening.
Yoizumi leaped into the air, a biting chill of snow pouring down from above, a frosty white sword light, carrying countless snowflakes and ice crystals, falling straight down.
Breath of Snow First Form: Falling Snow!
This strike is bad!
Shinazugawa!
Iguro Obanai thought to himself.
"Boom!"
Large clouds of dust and smoke obscured the view. Waving away the dust in front of his eyes, Iguro Obanai's gaze was sharp, fixed on the center.
"Cough…!" Sanemi Shinazugawa held one hand against the back of his nichirin blade and the other tightly gripped the hilt. The downward slash forced his knees to bend, and the ground beneath him deeply caved in.
Wind Breathing Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist!
Twisting his body, he used inertia to launch a slash upwards from a diagonal angle.
The powerful snow and the howling wind clashed against each other.
The bitter cold was scattered by the wind, making it difficult to breathe.
Yoizumi, who had been struck back, adjusted his landing posture, standing on the rooftop, looking across at Sanemi Shinazugawa on the ground.
Sanemi Shinazugawa wiped his face; the close contact had frozen his face stiff.
He's got some moves.
"Come on again!"
"You bastard!"
"I'm not called 'bastard'."
"Yoizumi, that's my name."
This person's memory doesn't seem very good, no different from Inosuke.
"Of course I know!"
"You don't need to tell me!"
What did he mean, looking at him with such a pitying gaze!
He wouldn't forgive him!
Indeed.
With this guy,
communication is impossible!
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