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Chương 84: Doma vs Seiji (2)

[Seiji's POV]

Doma was a powerful demon by himself.

But by no means was that his greatest strength. His true power lies in his blood demon art - his ability to create clones of himself to be specific.

In the manga, it was shown that he could create at least six ice clones of himself. And each one of these clones was as powerful as him.

That means he could increased his overall power six times, anytime he wants.

"Do you like it? It's an ice clone of myself," Doma said, but there was no smile on his face. "And it can use all of the techniques I use,"

I allowed my eyes to observe the ice clone carefully and the discovery I made caused me to frown deeply. It was made entirely of ice, which meant that I would have a much harder time predicting it's movement since it was not made of flesh and bone.

These things had always been one of my weaknesses, blood demon art, spells that did not even try to follow the logic of this world.

"You're eyes are powerful, I'll admit. But you can't see everything, can you?" Doma said and the ice clone lept into the air. It sent a barrage of ice spikes towards me which I destroyed with my sword.

But the fragments of the ice were still sharp enough to leave scratches on my skin. The ice clone then landed behind me. I shifted my position to see him but then Doma blitzed towards me.

*Cling!!*

My blade met his demonic claws and they created sparks when Doma pushed against me. My injuired leg faltered and I was pushed back.

"No matter how similar you are to him, you are only a human. Your vision is limited to 180°," he said, his lips began curving once more.

He was right.

I saw the ice clone rushing at me from the shiny reflection of my blade. I used Thunder Breathing to explode in raw stregth. I forced Doma away with a swing of my sword and I barely had enough time to duck under the horizontal attack of the ice clone. His arms had a sharp edge - like a blade.

Then it started.

A battle where I was constantly on the edge of dying. Doma with the help of his ice clone yook full advantage of my limited vision and attacked me from different directions at once.

This was a weakness I always knew I had yet couldn't find a solution to. My enemy was exploiting it to the fullest.

I was always stronger in a one vs one fight but when two entities attacked me at the same time and it became two vs one, I learned the limit of my eyes real quick.

I had two eyes yet I could only focus on one thing. The fight was a blur of speed even from my perspective. I took turns fighting against the two.

I predicted the attacks of Doma like before while giving more attention to the ice clone which I had trouble predicting. Perfect movement allowed me to fight efficiently and barely keep up with the coming onslaught.

The air vibrated due to the exchange of blows. On long sword blurred to fend off four attacks. Doma use both his hands and the clone used both arms to attack

Sometimes I would use my elbow or kicks to continue. I would kick at Doma's knees when he was going to step forward, I elbowed the ice holem at the blunt part of it's arm before swining again at Doma.

Everything happened in a flash yet the calculated moves I made in the gap between instances could only be described as a miracle.

But even that was not enough.

*SWOOSH!!*

I did a flip in the air to create distance and dodge four attacks coming at me. I realized then that when I was in the air, looking down, I could see them both.

In an instant, I came up with a strategy. I started leaping in the air, the moment my feet made contact with the ground was the only one time when my feet touched the ground. That way, I was able to fend off attakcs coming at me easier.

Although it aerial fight was limiting, as long as I could see the attacks coming, I thought I would able to manage it.

I used their attacks coming up to split me ad a way to remain in the air as well. Doing my best to survive the onslaught.

But that strategy did not last long.

"Blood Demon Art" x2

My eyes saw the gathering of moisture in the air. The water froze and formed an ice lotus that had intricate details. If I were not in the middle of battle, I would pause to admire its beauty.

Then those lotus started spinning and grew sharp vines that easily moved at the speed of sound - like a whip. My eyes saw the way they sliced through the frigid air, one strike was enough to tear through flesh.

"Lotus Vines!!" x2

To make matters worse, his clone - the one I could hardly predict - used the exact same technique. Two upper moon-level attacks came at me while I was in the air. Time slowed down to a crawl and I saw the vines along with the sharp petals spinning my way.

They were a spinning razor of calamity, spiralling towards me with the cold intent of murder.

For the first time in my life, I was lost for words.

There was no reply from me.

The only thing I did was minimize the attack.

The vines came at me, the air displaced from their sheer speed created vibrations in the atmosphere. When they made contact with my flesh, it looked like I was made of cake. They sliced me up, leaving wounds from which blood splurt out like a waterfall.

But that was the best outcome. The other productions I made all tell a scene where I was chopped into pieces.

I saw everything in slow motion, therefore the pain I felt was also slow and agonizing. The attacks left multiple slash marks on my body but none of them were enough to cut through bone.

When I landed on the ground, I nearly slipped on my own blood. But I remained calm and strong, for I finally had the ability to fight back. I gripped my sword with both hands and with the strength of a dying man, I unleashed it.

"Storm Breathing : First Form,"

My body screamed at me, protesting against using such a tiring technique at the situation. They did not want to move, they wanted to run away and heal from the injuries I had sustained.

But the will of my heart forced them to move and move they did. In a fight-or-flight situation, my body fought with everything it had.

"Tempest Fury,"

My arm exploded to action as every fibre of the muscles in my arm worked together to produce raw strength in a single instance - Thunder Breathing.

A shockwave erupted and a small hurricane formed from my swing. Wind blades came to life and ripped apart flesh, bones and ice - Wind Breathing.

My arm did not lose accuracy even when it moved with such force. The kinetic energy of my swing was controlled and I hit only what I wanted, Doma and his ice doll. There was no wasted force on anything else - Water Breathing.

The end result was the highest calibre of man-made catastrophe. Everything in front of me was minced into pieces. The ice lotus and its vines were shredded, leaving no fragments and the same thing goes for the ice doll.

*BOOOOOOM!!*

Doma himself was ripped into pieces. But the thud of something falling made my heart waver - that did not finish him off.

It was a risk, but one I thought it best to take. The fact that he was winning and even inflicted grave injuries upon me caused him to let his guard down. I took that chance and attacked with the best I had.

Yet it was not enough.

"Heh," I mouthed in despair.

Doma's eyes were demonic red. He was able to save his upper body from the attack - from his shoulder up. They were covered with impenetrable ice that shielded him from the wind blades.

But still, he took a while to regenerate. Yet I couldn't take advantage of it because I was stuck in my place. My body ached all over and refused to move.

"You really are dangerous. Lord Muzan should be glad that I end you today," Doma said while his body reconstracted itself, cell by cell.

It was not fair. It was not fair that he could regenerate from such an injury so easily while I could not even move a muscle.

I hate it. I hate it with every fibre of my being.

Right then, a blur came at Doma while he was regenerating. But even though he was not fully healed, he was able to block the incoming slash that came his way.

"You are not forgetting about me, are you? I was the one you targeted in the first place!" Kanae said, her eyes crying blood, a consequence of overusing the final form of flower breathing.

"No, not at all. Quite the opposite," Doma said and with half legs, they started fighting once more.

I couldn't do anything else but watch as my body recovered from the aftermath of Storm Breathing. They engaged in a short exchange but as Doma regenerated, he quickly overpowered Kanae.

She moved with the same calculating manner as I did. Her eyes working like mine but on smaller scale. She was like a weaker version of me to be honest.

*BOOOM*

So how could she possibly stand a chance?

She was doing everything she could to hold on for longer, to give me a chance to recover. Her body was pushed beyond its limits and her eyes were slowly losing their light the longer she used her technique.

"I'm done playing, its not fun anymore," Doma said and kicked Kanae at her abdomen, sending her flying away like a ragdoll. She manage to catch herself in the air and slid to a stop right beside me.

"Kanae.." I called her.

"I'm fine, don't worry," she replied softly, with ragged breath.

She was not fine. My eyes saw the extent of her injuries, I saw her lungs tearing at themselves with each breath she took, I saw her shattered bones, her torn muscles and ligaments.

And I saw her blinding eyes. I don't think she would be able to see normally after this battle.

"Blood Demon Art : Ice Dolls,"

Chilling words fell upon the battlefield. The wind picked up speed as moisture froze up, leaving the air so dry and cold that it was difficult to get even one breath.

That was only the beginning of our despair as six ice clones started being constructed around us. In a matter of seconds, we were surrounded by the six ice dolls along with Doma who spread his arms dramatically.

Like a God.

This was it, this was the might of the upper moon 2. I was still not strong enough to take him, not nearly strong enough.

"You will die here today, and I will take both of you to paradise," Doma said and smiled widely.

A demon playing God. How revolting.

"Blood Demon Art : Freezing Cloud," the moment those words left his lips. he and his six clones swung their arms, releasing cold winds that could freeze our bodies.

Since we were completely surrounded, there was nowhere to run.the fact that I made the battlefield an open ground no longer mattered with the clones present.

The cold winds hit us like a blizzard, it was a blue smoke of chilling death. Our body temperature fell rapidly and each breath we took froze our lungs.

We could not even see clearly anymore due to the blizzard, eyes felt like they were freezing up. Kanae fell against my body, my arms moved to grab her and I immediately covered her mouth and nose.

The demon's laughter echoed at that moment. It felt like i could hear it, deep in my mind. Was it the delusion of a dying man, I was not sure.

It was cold. Too cold to even form thoughts.

'I guess this is how I die, unable to even save one girl,' the sane part of my mind said.

Yet, there was also something else. Something in me was protesting with everything, it hated the demons and the situation to the very core.

Nine years ago, I was helpless. And now, I was helpless once more.

Was all my effort for useless? Was winning against the demons reserved for the main character alone?

The frustration in my heart was enough to overshadow the cold air.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

I hate it more than anything else. I hate it even more than I loved myself.

....

Suddenly, I felt my body temperature increase rapidly and my heart came alive like an engine in my chest. It felt like it was expanding the size of my chest cavity with how wildly it was beating.

I felt a surge of strength and energy throughout my body, it turned all my previous injuries and limits into an illusion. I felt stronger than I ever felt before.

My eyes started glowing and I could finally see past the blizzard again. I locked eyes with Doma and I knew what was going on.

I did not even have to look at myself to notice a mark appearing on my face.

Fuck.

Was this the only way to win? I did not want this. But what other choice did I have when I was pushed to the brink of death? It was either this or dying now.

So I accepted it. But with a promise that I would obliterate the creature that pushed me to such an extent.

No. Not just him.

I'll drive them to extinction.

"Kanae.." I called her name and hugged her close to my body. My eyes saw the effect of hypothermia and I started panicking. I started hating even more.

How dare they try to take from me again?

i wouldn't allow it to happen again even at the cost of my life.

With the newfound strength and demon slayer mark, I could form coherent thoughts once more. And at that moment - when I was at the edge of life and death - enlightenment came.

It was when man is left with no other choice that he came up with the best innovations.

...

Adapt.

Fighting was a conversation. My skills are my words and language, it was impossible to run out of options.

The things I knew and the techniques I have learned so far were all copied from others. The best thing I had done was combine them.

But at that moment, I moved past thag threshold. I did not copy, I did not simply combine.

I started creating something completely new. Something that was not just a combination of the techniques I've learned

Or should I say I was re-creating it?

Stone Breathing. Water Breathing. Thunder Breathing. Flame Breathing. Wind Breathing and even Steroid Breathing.

I used the meanings and the concepts of each breathing styles to create something new. They were like words with different meanings and I started constructing an entirely new sentence from them.

I did not sply combine them. I broke them down to their most primitive state and built up the best version of them.

And you know what? It fits like a puzzle.

Somehow, the core concepts of all these breathing styles led to one beginning.

"Esoteric Art..."

No.

"Sun Breathing,"

It was the perfect beginning, the perfect language and the ultimate truth. It did not matter who you were, where you were from or when you lived.

Across different identities, different continents, or different eras, the moment you reach perfection, you will find Sun Breathing.

It did not matter how cold the air was anymore. My lungs sucked in the frigid air and I took a full breath. It did not hurt my lungs anymore, it not freeze anymore, it felt fine.

I could see fire coming from my mouth as I took in each breath. They were different from Flame Breathing, they were more intense and red.

But even then, it was only a simple breath. I did not know enough to re-create the different forms of Sun Breathing. I only figured out the constant breathing of Sun Breathing.

It was how Yoriichi would've inhaled.

But as the foundation of all breathing styles, the breath I inhaled supported every style of breathing I knew. As I mentioned before, each breathing style has unique patterns to the way you breathe. But Sun Breathing could apply to all of them.

I carried Kanae in my arms and using my right leg, I propelled myself forward.

"Thunderclap and Flash!"

I blitz past the ice clones and Doma. The demon's shokced face was the last image I saw.

In just a few seconds, I was many meters away from the battlefield. But ultimately, I stopped.

Running away at my condition was a foolish decision. I was too injured to run far and Doma would inevitably catch up to me. So the better option was to end this fight now while I still had energy.

I gently laid Kanae on the ground underneath a tree. Raven flew towards me and I told her to protect her. I took another second to look at her face.

She was the reason I was fighting. My love for her was the reason I hate.

Then I stood up, turned around, and ran towards Doma again.

With my sword shining under the moon, I inhaled a huge breath using Sun Breathing. The pattern of the breath fits every technique I had.

"Storm Breathing : Second Form,"

My body did not protest, instead, it roared with anticipation.At the cost of only living 25 years old, my body was able to achieve inhuman strength. I knew instinctively that I could use Storm Breathing as much as I wanted.

'Let me curse you.'

"Lightning Wave!!" I yelled and I blitz towards Doma st the fastest speed I had moved yet.

For a moment I let my body forget it's injured state and fight with everything it had.

....

....

[IMAGE]

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Chương 85: Doma vs Seiji (Final)

[3rd POV]

'This can't be human.'

That was the only line of thought Doma was able to fit between calm and disaster. One moment the human was walking towards him and then he turned into a violent storm in the same stretch of moment.

The ground shook due to the sheer force exploding on it. The air quivered and fled as the human storm-incarnate obliterated everything in an instant.

'I didn't see it.'

It was a scary thought for the Upper Moon 2. With the strength he now possessed, no entity should be able to move faster than he could see. Not Kokushiibo, and not even Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was impossible.

...

*BOOOOOOM!!!*

And so, with his entire body other than his head completely obliterated, Doma stared at the aftermath of the impossible. Purple lighting razed the ground and flashed in a brilliant light that stunted the world.

A violent wind ravaged the atmosphere, turning every molecule of air into a deadly blade. Doma was not even able to witness how his ice clones were reduced to ice dust. It happened too fast.

Yet all that violence and all that super speed were guided by perfect accuracy. They were stitched together by a wave, a flow of water. Doma deduced that from the afterimage left by the human.

No, he was no longer just a human to Doma.

A Hashira.

For the first time in his long life, Doma felt the weight of the title Hashira. He knew now, that he was facing against the pillar of humanity.

Finally, sound returned to the battlefield after seemingly gathering enough courage. The shockwaves that erupted from shattering sound barriers completely ripped the topmost layer of the ground, exposing deeper earth.

*Thud*

Doma - currently only a head - fell to the ground with a thud. His head fell in the perfect position to stare at the back of the Hashira.

His eyes told him that the enemy was only a human who was broken beyond belief. From all of the injuries Doma saw on the man, he should have fallen with a single touch. The enemy was weak and fragile, already past his breaking point.

Yet Doma's heart saw a different entity. His heart saw a fellow monster who had the capacity to end him - an equal. There was also a certain feeling in his heart which he could not describe. But that feeling stood out for Doma who usually never felt a tinge of emotion.

'What is it?' he wondered.

The feeling only intensified when the Hashira turned his head, eyes glowing purple - somehow looking even more demonic than his.

It froze him for a moment.

...

Speaking of heart, he should regenerate quickly. It was not fitting for someone like him to remain only a head.

Being beheaded was fatal to most demons but for the top three of the upper moon, it was no longer enough to kill them.

Doma unleashed his full potential and rapidly reconstructed his body in all its majestic glory from only a head. The Hashira simply watched while Doma fully regenerated.

"Ah, thank you for waiting," Doma said with a playful smile, unfitting of the situation.

"Stop doing that," A cold robotic voice came from the Hashira. Doma hated the way he talked, some words had the wrong pitch and tone. It sounded like an AI voice, an imitation.

"Doing what?"

"Stop acting like you have emotions," the Hashira said and his piercing eyes focused on Doma. "You feel nothing, you are no different than the ice dolls you create,"

With the help of his purple eyes, he was able to see how Doma was imitating playful emotions even though he never really felt a thing.

Doma was born apathetic. Ever since his birth, he had never experienced proper emotions. The best he could do was imagine the emotions and imitate what he had seen.

'The next emotion I should feel is anger, right? He is hitting a sore spot after all.' Doma thought to himself. He had become immaculate in acting emotions after centuries of studies.

But weirdly enough, he did not feel like faking anger. There was this burning sensation in his heart which was the very first time Doma was feeling anything.

"You living dead, you should've never existed," the Hashira spat out with a thick amount of hate in his awkward voice, "I'll fix that,"

Doma talked no more and started using his blood Demon Art. The feeling in his heart increased when he saw the enemy get into a stance, he was not sure but he suspected it was an emotion.

He thinks it's excitement!!

"Blood Demon Art!!" 

The temperature in the air plummeted and the white smoke of frosty ice overwhelmed the surroundings. The world became numbing cold and on a summer night, winter came.

"Rime — Water Lily Bodhisattva"

A gigantic icy Buddha materialized amidst the frigid air. The space around the statue seemed to distort due to the depressive cold. The winds were still, frozen at the moment as the Buddha was erected to its full glory.

From the mouth of the Buddha came chilling white clouds that froze everything in its path. Spinning lotuses with sharp vines also came to life around the Buddha and they towered over the human.

The Hashira watched all of it happen from a distance. Each breath he took released smoke in the arctic air, yet he remained unharmed. He was like an undying flame, with the heat of a star in his lungs.

His purple eyes pierced right through the frozen air.

Doma grabbed the space in front of him and the Buddha followed his action. Then he took the action of tearing down space - the Buddha followed.

The icy statue of a God, standing almost ten meters tall, came crashing towards the human with the weight of a mountain. The lotuses spun forward at incredible speed, aiming to rip him apart.

In return, the Hashira only observed him with eyes colder than ice. Its calculating depth gave a terrifying chill to anyone who gazed upon them.

At that moment, he created a new breathing style to perfectly counter against Doma. It was the same thing he had done for Sun Breathing

The ice Buddha would require incredible raw strength to destroy so he took that aspect from Stone Breathing. The chilling clouds from the Buddha's mouth demanded Wind Breathing to fight against them. And finally, he took the intensity of Flame Breathing to fight against the frigid temperature.

These three styles were broken apart and rebuilt to create a new breathing style.

"Volcanic Breathing : First Form," said the human before moving straight towards the giant Buddha.

He lept in the air, higher than the ice buddha. The lotuses spun and changed trajectory to follow him but he paid them no heed. He brought his long sword high above his head and you could see an intense red cover his body and sword.

"Molten Divide,"

Under the stunned eyes of Doma, the ice Buddha instantly split into two and the shockwave from the slash destroyed every individual lotus coming his way.

That was not the end. Soon after, the earth split into two.

*BOOOOOOOM!!*

It was a ground-splitting attack with the intensity of an erupting volcano. The ground quaked as if the tectonic plates had shifted. Then an overwhelming wave of pressure crushed the vicinity mercilessly.

It was not only an attack that equalled the Ice Buddha. It was an attack carefully crafted by someone to counter Doma's attack perfectly.

The Upper Moon never stood.a chance.

The aftermath of the clash was a scene of broken ice and scarred earth. There was an oppressive silence in the air that seemed to choke Doma.

The emotion in his heart increased.

"Blood Demon Art : Crystalline Divine Child,"

Doma immediately continued the battle. Something inside was urging him to attack even more intensely. He created miniature clones of himself once more and they attacked the Hashira all at once.

But this time, it was no longer effective.

The Hashira was way faster than the clones so they were never able to surround him to take advantage of his blind spot. He moved from one place to another as they blurred around the battlefield and the village.

The exchange went on for quite some time. The sound of ice clashing and breaking against steel filled the Village. The houses in the village were destroyed in loud destructive explosions. A calamity had struck the settlement.

After this battle, the village would not be habitable anymore.

But through all this, Doma could not process anything anymore. It was all a blur of information.

He remembered creating more ice clones every time they were destroyed. But he remained in his place, aware of the battle yet not joining for some reason.

There was something choking him from the inside. It stopped him from moving an inch towards the human.

How odd, how very odd.

Then in a loud ear-splitting explosion, the Hashira destroyed all six clones at once. He razed a path through the village and immediately reached Doma.

"Let's end this now," he said, the imperfection of his speech still remained.

Doma remained in his place, he did not even try to make clones anymore since they were ineffective. With every intention of ending the battle himself, they stood opposite to each other.

"Blood Demon Art," Doma readied his spell.

In return, the Hashira said...

"Esoteric Art,"

"Water Breathing : Eleventh Form,"

Water surged out from the Hashira and covered the entire surrounding. Doma felt like he was pulled into another dimension as he found himself in the middle of a waging ocean.

But even after a while, the Water never calmed down. Instead, the waves became more and more violent.

"Living's Malice,"

Right then, killing intent floods out like a raging tsunami. The intent of the malice and hatred was so strong that it transcended the psychic plane and manifested itself to the world. Not only could Doma feel it but he could experience his death multiple times.

It froze him in his spot.

The burning feeling in his heart, the emotion he felt finally became known at that moment. Since he never felt emotions before, he did not know what it was but now, he realized.

It was not excitement.

It was fear.

He was afraid.

Doma could not move at all. Every second he experienced his own death. The killing intent was so strong that even the breeze upon his skin felt like a deadly attack and he was completely stunned.

He was scared. He knew he should not be scared of the blowing wind or the sound of crickets but like a child with an irrational fear of ghosts, he trembled.

Therefore, he never even saw the real attack coming. When everything felt like they were trying to kill him, the real attack that was made to kill him was completely hidden.

This technique was the complete opposite of Giyu's 'Dead Calm' and his selfless state, yet they accomplished the same task. Instead of erasing one's presence by eliminating all hatred and intention, this technique amplified it.

The killing intent and the hatred of the user were so powerful that they completely corrupted the surroundings. Like conquerors haki, the intent materialized on the world and the victim felt like everything in the world was out to harm them.

So they could never see the real attack coming. They could not differentiate between a blowing wind and the slashing of a sword.

...

Even without his knowledge, Doma's head was chopped off. His body fell to the ground and his bisected head soon followed.

Doma was too stunned to even react.

His eyes were wide, too overwhelmed by the emotion in his heart. In the following second, his head started turning into ash.

He could've regenerated, an Upper Moon like him would not die by simply beheading. And yet he was dying.

Why?

It was because he dared not regenerate when those eyes were looking down at him. Being erased seemed to be the better alternative than continuing the battle.

And so, Doma died not because of any blade or attack but because he didn't do anything.

He was too overwhelmed by the first and the last emotion he ever felt in his long existence.

Fear.

..

..

..

[Colder than ice]

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Author : Sorry, I had to re-write this chapter because I killed Doma in a very dumb way. In all honesty, Seiji had no way of killing Doma other than waiting for sunrise. Remember it took wisteria poison 400 times stronger the amount to kill normal demons to bring down Doma.

I don't see anything other than sun breathing that can kill Doma.

It felt off at first, how Seiji killed Doma. But I re-wrote the chapter and this time, in Doma's perspective to mention that he died not because he was killed, but literally because he was too afraid to heal.

He killed himself basically. And this became realistic when we learned that Doma could not feel emotion so he did not know how else to react to the first emotion he felt which was fear.

So, that's how you kill Upper Moon 2 I guess.

..

Also, Kudos to the reader whom I did not remember. He said something about selfish state which would be the opposite fo selfless state under the chapter that said Seiji could never enter selfless state.

I took his advice and created Living's Malice, absolutely opposite of Dead Calm lol.

So, that's the end of the Doma arc. I hope I cooked up an acceptable product.

Thanks for reading and supporting me.


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