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90.2% Demon Slayer : The Silent Journey / Chapter 129: The strongest Hashira and the Demon King on equal ground

Chương 129: The strongest Hashira and the Demon King on equal ground

[3rd POV]

(The Kamado household)

"Thank you for the food!!" everyone said collectively with similar wide smiles on their faces.

There was food on the table, and the amount and the quality of the food was something an isolated family like the Kamado should not be able to afford. But here they were, eating better than most people living in cities.

Today's main dish was venison.

The meat was made in different ways, from a stew to roasted in charcoal. They had nearly used the entire meat from one deer for this dinner.

But that was not the only reason why the meal was so special. Eating meat had become the norm since Seiji had been living with them. What really stood out in today's meal was that the deer was not hunted down by Seiji but by Tanjiro.

The young boy had come a long way.

"So good!! Big brother the deer you brought back tastes the best!!" Takeo, the second son of the Kamado family enthusiastically said to his older brother.

This was a natural behaviour of Takeo, he was the greatest glazer of his older brother. Although Seiji was cool with the scars and being a samurai, in the eyes of Takeo, his older brother Tanjiro was simply the coolest.

Seiji chuckled to himself, knowing he had brought home fatter and healthier deer but he simply couldn't compare with Tanjiro it seems.

The young boy scratched his cheek shyly, yet pride overflowed from his smile. He couldn't describe it in words but he had fed the instinctual desire of a man to provide for his family.

"I'm glad you like it. Although don't expect to eat it every day as deers are getting quite rare," Tanjiro said with a smile.

Takeo nodded and continued eating the food with more vigour and appreciation.

Deers were not getting rare, Seiji thought to himself. In fact, Winter was usually when they were the easiest to hunt since they ventured around in search of food and predicting their movement was easier from limited food sources and their trail on snow.

Autumn was the rutting season, so most female deers were in the early stages of pregnancy during winter. Tanjiro was just too nice to kill pregnant deer so that's why prey was rare for him.

Kie Kamodo also ate her food with an unusual fondness. It was not the first animal that Tanjiro caught but it was certainly the biggest. She couldn't help but feel a sense of motherly pride swell in her heart. She felt that Tanjiro was all grown up now.

"Then big brother, can you bring home rabbits next time?" Hanako asked with a hopeful tilt of her head to which Tanjiro nodded.

"I'll try,"

Dinner was always a lovely affair in this age. People were so much more appreciative and grateful for having food on the table, Seiji observed.

The children were also getting fatter, although not too much since every day was filled with doing work or playing outdoors. Seiji could only smile at the warm atmosphere, dreaming about what it would be like when he had his own family.

"I want seconds!" Takeo declared and put his bowl forward.

"Me too," Hanako followed.

"Me also!" Shigeru followed but you could see that he still had plenty of rice left.

"Okay~ Here comes seconds," Nezuko said, scooping rice and giving them their second share. She also adds a tiny bit to Shigeru's bowl.

Everything was going well, it was like any other evening but everything changed when the smile on Seiji disappeared while looking around the house.

Everyone paused, feeling something wrong in the air.

Seiji was the most silent person in the room but his presence was the biggest. He was like the unspoken head of the family at this point so when his constant smile faded into a deep, growling frown, everyone noticed immediately.

They all watched Seiji as he slowly reached for his giant blade that stood in the corner of the room and he laid it beside him.

"Seiji-nii, what's wrong?" Nezuko was the first one to ask. Tanjiro noticed sweat falling from his side profile for no reason. It was winter, he shouldn't be sweating.,

But something about seeing Seiji so serious freaked him out a bit.

"It's nothing," Seiji said, his eyes glazed over in a faint purple glow that went unnoticed under the light.

Finally, he was here.

Muzan Kibutsuji.

But he was still a few kilometres away and he was coming towards them ever so slowly - like he expected the world to pause for him. Seiji determined that there were still a few minutes left before he arrived.

"Raven," Seiji called out and the small sparrow which was perching in the cover of the bulb flew down.

"Call for other Hashiras, like I told you to," he said and as if noticing the seriousness of the situation, the bird flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Seiji blinked a few times before he looked away from the direction he was looking. The others only saw a wall where he looked at.

"Don't worry, let's continue eating," Seiji said and although feeling a bit unnerved, they returned to their meals.

Children were very carefree by nature so they didn't think much of it. Except for Tanjior and Kei who couldn't help but feel was horribly wrong.

They couldn't react yet, Seiji thought to himself. If he told the Kamado family to run to safety, Muzan would have noticed and he would have been alerted at the turn of events.

So Seiji did nothing and allowed the Demon King to make his way to the house.

After five to ten minutes, he was finally here, like an inevitable death.

"Stop giving me the bony parts, I like the softer meat too," Takeo complained to Hanako.

"You are the one who said not to waste any,"

"Yeah, that means you should eat everything, not give me the parts that you don't like," Takeo huffed.

"Stop bickering, here let me eat them," Nezuko offered and right then, the main door to the Kamado household was pushed open rather forcefully.

All heads turned to the door except for Seiji who continued digging into his food. He already knew who it was.

They saw a man dressed in a black western suit with a coat whiter than snow hanging on his shoulder. He looked like he was around his mid-twenties and he had raven black hair and a pale complexion.

He had a stoic face like that of a handmade doll. Yet his blood-red eyes with slit like a feline - the ultimate predator - held cruelty that could not be missed. They were eyes that saw only lesser beings or prey.

A deep chill ran down everyone's spine. Maybe it was the rushing of cold air coming from the open door but they felt numb.

"Ah-Are you a visitor?" Kie spoke after a long silence, she eyed Seiji for guidance but the man simply ate his food.

The visitor, Muzan Kibutsuji, followed the sweep of her eyes and his gaze locked on Seiji as well. His eyes narrowed, seemingly surprised and cautious at the man.

The silence was thick, and that was why the clinking of chopsticks from Sejiji appeared louder than it was. It covered the entire house.

A few seconds later, Seiji finished his food and he put down his empty bowl on the table.

"Thank you for the food," he said while holding his hand.

Everyone looked at him with bewilderment. Even Muzan seemed intrigued by his action. They were all wondering why he chose to ignore everything in order to finish his food.

Only Seiji himself knew that it could be his final meal. So he finished it with a great deal of appreciation.

Finally, his hand went to his sword.

Muzan's eyes scrutinized and he studied Seiji. From his memories, he recognised the Hashira immediately but he was confused as to why he was there. Regardless, he scanned the Hashira, he felt a sense of distaste when he noticed the human's deaf ears.

Even among the already imperfect human beings, he was flawed.

But as those thoughts crossed his mind, the demon king never realized until it was too late,

That a sword was at his neck!!!

"!!!!!!!"

Something screamed.

*BOOOOOM!!!*

It was like skipping a cutscene in a video game. The Demon King was flung away like a ragdoll. He noticed a cut in his neck, at his arm, his stomach, his heart, his shoulders!

He was cut everywhere!

His flying body left a trail of blood that bleeds out like a fountain on the white snow. But the moment he landed on the ground, all his injuries were already healed like they were never there.

The only thing that remained was a phantom feeling of blades all over his body. Muzan immediately got ready for a fight, his senses were heightened and veins popped near his eyes.

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"Tanjiro, take the sword and bring your family to the cave I showed you. Stay there until I return or help arrives," Seiji said, standing in the place where there used to be a door.

The whole entrance wall of the house was blown apart completely, leaving a gaping hole in the house.

"It's a demon," Seiji clarified while turning back and meeting Tanjiro's shaking eyes.

Tanjiro felt blood drain from his face. He had seen demons before, and although they were dangerous and scary, Seiji always made them look harmless. But this time, Tanjiro could clearly see the seriousness in his eyes.

He could also feel it in his bones, how powerful that demon was in the brief exchange of glances. He felt his heart turn to ice in his chest.

But in that moment of fear and panic where his siblings screamed and cried in fear, an unbreakable resolve formed and he burst into action.

"Let's go!! It's dangerous!!" Tanjiro yelled grabbed Hanako's hand and pulled her up.

Tanjiro ran towards a cupboard that had a sword that Seiji had brought with him when he arrived. It was the same weapon Tanjiro trained with the past week so it felt natural in his hand.

"We need to go somewhere safe!!" Tanjiro said and Kie and Nezuko were quick to follow his lead.

They did not need convincing when they just saw their house blown apart in one single swing. Their body also knew instinctively of the danger that had to befall them Muzan was not really masking his bloodlust at the moment.

They grabbed whatever tools they could and ran out of the house from the backdoor.

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Seiji looked away when he saw them leave the house and made sure that no demons were close to the path leading to the cave.

He had shown Tanjiro the cave and instructed him about what to do when they faced danger. So he was not too worried about it, the family would be safe.

He was sure that Muzan wouldn't go after them either because for the Demon Lord, killing him was much better than killing the Kamado.

And he was not planning to die soon.

His purple eyes bore on the Demon Lord and pierced through every opening. The last time they met, he was too afraid to even take a close look but now his eyes moved uncommanded, piecing out every weakness Muzan had as if they were looking at any ordinary demon.

When he found the weaknesses, his audacious mind imagined exploiting those weaknesses. He killed Muzan ten times in his mind, no, a hundred times, a thousand times.

He could almost see himself carving his hatred on the flesh of the demon.

"Such killing intent, how were you hiding all that malice before?" Muzan asked, not at all bothered by the eyes that were stripping down his guard until he looked vulnerable to them.

Getting no repose annoyed him so Muzan held out his hand and shot a small blade made of his blood at Seiji. The liquid blade flew, easily surpassing sound but they missed Seiji by a hair's breadth.

"Hm?" Muzan titled his head, confused as to why he missed before he did a perfect recall in his mind of what happened and realised Seiji had moved out of the way.

Yet he moved even before Muzan fired his blade - around the time when his mind finished calculating and decided to shoot the projectile. That was why he didn't notice the first time.

"interesting," Muzan commented with a small curve of his lips.

It was completely out of his plan to stumble upon the purple Hashira and he was upset at his lack of control over the event but he was not angry.

Although it was not his plan, this was a great opportunity to kill his current greatest annoyance. He even shelved the Kamado family in his mind and focused on the more important prey.

Seiji did not speak and instead let his actions do the talking. He threw away the sheath of his sword far away - far enough to pose a problem retrieving - and he got into a stance.

'Not planning to sheath your sword again huh? So you are prepared to die,' Muzan thought of the meaning behind the action.

That made him lower his guard just a bit. He was assured by the fact that Seiji himself did not believe he had a chance.

But was that really what that action meant?

Or did Seiji throw away the sheath of his sword because he was planning to end everything tonight?

After all, if Muzan was killed, every demon under his control would cease to exist.

Amidst the chilling snow and pale moonlight, the strongest Hashira and the Demon King met in on equal ground.

The first sound of their devastating clash was the end of fate and the beginning of chance.

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Chương 130: Introduction

[Seiji's POV]

We talked...

I had so much to say and he was the same.

And violence was the language we were using.

*BOOOOOMM!!!*

Disgustingly fast. I had never encountered such speed in all my life. To be completely honest, I had not even imagined an entity moving that fast.

And this was coming from a man who slayed the Upper Moon 2.

Yet my body moved without command. My mind was simply not fast enough to intend for any action in that gap between milliseconds.

My eyes glazed over with mystic purple as I took in action Muzan made. The sudden tightening of his back leg, the lag of regeneration in his arm and the gritting of teeth, as we locked in a clash, told me that he never expected me to be able to react to his attack.

His body language told me that he charged at me with the only intention of running through me. He never expected to be pushed back.

To be frank, I couldn't blame him because I never expected to be able to react to him as well. I had simply never encountered this kind of speed before so I was just as surprised as he was.

I was never tested to my limit again after my fight with Douma. I guess you never knew how strong you are until being strong is your only option.

Muzan clicked his tongue and pushed himself against my sword, sending us both flying away. My feet sank on the snow and I slid a long distance until I came to a stop.

The ground was slippery, I observed, that could be a problem.

Muzan started a new chain of action immediately. His shoes exploded, unable to bear the force of his sudden burst of speed as he shot at me like a bullet train. His speed was so ridiculous that I could see his body puncturing the atmosphere and the air screamed while filling the vacuum.

But although Muzan was so ferociously fast, he still moved in slow motion in my eyes and that was my comfort. My body and mind were just still lagging behind, but with the help of my eyes, I could keep up with Muzan.

It was as if my perception was already at its maximum level, waiting for my physique and mind to catch up.

And so even as Muzan came at me with his ungodly speed, I could comfortably raise my sword and swing an arc that completely halted his approach.

A shockwave erupted, revealing the earth under the snow. His hand wrapped in crimson blood to form claws clashed perfectly with my purple blade.

"So it was not a fluke," he said.

It was a strange situation even for me. He was incredibly fast and slow at the same time. I could barely keep up with his attacks, but there was no danger all the same.

I released the tight grasp I had on my sword and allowed it to bend under his demonic weight. He was caught off guard as his body sailed in the trajectory it was supposed had I not stopped him.

I gripped my sword in reverse and my body knew to attack at his weakness even without wasting a moment to think. The hilt of my sword was long since it was meant for a two-handed grip. So I slammed the end of my sword at one of Muzan's hearts located in his abdomen.

The momentum of his body combined with all the force my body could exert. Muzan literally folded like paper when the hilt of my sword stabbed his abdomen.

A shower of blood erupted from his mouth as his heart ruptured inside his body.

"Stone Breathing : Rupture,"

There was a beat of silence before a shockwave exploded from the point of contact. Muzan was sent flying away like a bullet and he crashed into the forest.

If you remember, Stone Breathing had no proper form. The Stone Hashira of each generation used varying weapons like a mace or hammer so although Stone Breathing was rigid, it was also quite flexible.

I was able to create my own forms because of this. The forms of my Stone Breathing ranged from unorthodox styles of sword-fighting to barehanded attacks.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," I spoke while getting into a stance.

"Let me tell you how much I hate you,"

My reply came in the form of a bulldozer made of flesh. Muzan emerged from the forest at a much tamer pace but not because he was slowing down. It was because his arms had elongated to a preposterous degree and they were dragging the snow as he crossed the distance.

He was hidden behind a shower of snow in an attempt to disrupt my sight. He had seen me fight many times from the memories so he knew what my main strength was.

But he did not know the extent of my abilities, or else he would realize the futility of his effort. I saw different layers of the world constantly when I activated my eyes, I simultaneously saw what the normal eyes were supposed to see, then I saw Muzan clearly while looking through the snow, then I saw him without his first layer of skin, and I saw him without the first layer of his flesh and so on.

They were like different layers of vision overlapping with each other. His strategy was utterly pointless.

I told him just that with my next attack.

"Water Breathing : Sixth form," I pushed my sword forward in a quick stabbing motion.

"Drop Ripple Thrust,"

I skewered the Demon Lord in his chest. My long sword allowed me to stab through him without getting into his attack range even with his long arms. I stabbed right through another heart and a brain.

!!!!

I noticed almost immediately how my attack never disrupted his flow of action even when it landed. This told me that he was expecting this, it was all part of his plan.

Muzan's hand grabbed my blade and he did not let go even when his palm started burning from the touch. A crimson layer of blood covered his hand and then with enlarging muscles, he lifted me off my feet.

It was a strategy hidden in a smaller strategy. He displayed in full his experience that spanned over a thousand years.

Releasing my sword was not an option so Muzan was able to fling me towards the forest. My body sailed across the sky and even before I started falling, Muzan was already running below me.

"Wind Breathing : Third form," I spun my body, entering a Beyblade state when I began falling from the sky.

When I was in a state of rapid rotation, it synched with Muzan who jumped up and connected both his feet with the trunk of a tree. His body contracted like spring and he remained horizontal on the tree.

When I finally fell into the forest and fell past the top of the trees, Muzan burst into action and so did I.

"Clear Storm Wind Tree!!"

My body spun rapidly, a green arc of wind blades surrounded my body and I blocked the barrage of attacks that came from all directions. Muzan exploded from tree to tree, quickly changing direction and attacking me from everywhere.

He didn't bother searching for opponents and attacked every possible inch of me. But he was met with the chilling fact that I had no openings even while in the air. When you achieve as close to perfection as I did in the art of fighting, openings cease to exist.

My feet touched the ground and I was unharmed. Our surroundings were not so much as the trees either turned apart or exploded from the sheer force they withstood from Muzan launching himself off them.

There was no pause in battle. Muzan launched himself from one place to another, rapidly changing directions using the trees as a foothold. His speed was unlike anything I had ever dealt with and coupled with the impossible change in trajectories, my instincts screamed at me to run.

Muzan knew beforehand exactly what my style of fighting was. His unimaginable experience backed up those facts and he was fully exploiting my weakness from the start.

'Fear me, I know your weakness,' his action seemed to say as his bulletin body brushed past my blind spot more than once yet he did not attack immediately.

He was poking for a reaction. I was fast in my own right so I could block an attack from a blind spot if I went from inaction to action. But if I were to make a move or leave an opening while taking another action, he would have a certain victory.

Unfortunately for him, this was not the first time someone had taken advantage of my limited sight. Douma did too and he did it better.

So I blurred into action as well, using the trees as a foothold to shoot around just like Muzan was. The only way to deal with my blind spot was by constantly moving it.

'No, fear me, I know my weakness,' was my reply as I blurred, even faster than he did with my perfect footwork and movement.

He had no fitness, he never found the need to acquire such skills because he could power through every weakness. That was the curse of being too strong, you never learned to utilize it properly.

While he blurred in different directions in the forest, the trees he used as a foothold exploded from the force but mine did not because I was applying the right amount of strength and I did not move in opposite directions. It was almost like I was slipping off the trees just enough to change trajectory instead.

Physics might as well have died there as we moved around each other like unstable forces of nature. But in this situation, I had the advantage because I memorized the forest like the back of my hand. I knew the exact location of each tree from the countless hunting I did in the past week.

My eyes also saw the world in slow motion and I could predict actions. Muzan put me into this situation, threw me into this forest to put me at a disadvantage,

But I turned it into an advantage.

The dark forest began lighting up with different explosions of light and shockwaves when we started meeting in a clash. All the animals in the forest fled as we destroyed the forest in our battle.

Trees were uprooted, the earth scarred with craters and everything else ripped apart from our clash.

Our battle imitated a natural disaster at that point and that was only the beginning.

Fighting was a conversation and we were only just about done with our respective introductions.

In the next moment, it was like we both agreed simultaneously to start fighting seriously. Muzan was completely naked, his clothes had long been cut into a million pieces by my blade.

Therefore, I saw it so very clearly when red marks started appearing on his body. They seemed to creep out from his pores and his red eyes burned with demonic power.

I reply, a demonic mark starts appearing on my body as well. It started from half my face and went down to my neck. They were purple lines that imitate the pattern of computer circuits.

Time slowed down to a slow crawl and I felt my strength go many folds. I was in a different realm of power entirely.

The moment was so intoxicating that I nearly forgot to hate my opponent. It felt like I was going through another enlightenment.

If my eyes were not playing with me, I also saw the purple of my sword dull. It looked like the shallowest layer of red was on my blade.

But I no longer kept that on my mind because a tendril made of blood came my way. In a world that looked like it had stopped completely, the tendril moved fast.

I took in a deep breath.

'Not yet,' I told myself. I needed the right time to use Sun Breathing. If I used it now, Muzan could be wary of it and I would find no openings.

But that's okay.

Because what I used was not light stuff anymore either.

"Thunder Wind Breathing,"

The introduction was done.

Now let's talk.

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Author : I just woke up and then saw 1000 stones. bruh


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