bioinnovel Chapter 365 Fist Pillar, Joins the Battle!
Chapter 365 Fist Pillar, Joins the Battle!
Why...
Why only sever his limbs?
Why let him have more children?
Overwhelmed by immense fear and bewilderment, Doma was consumed by it.
He struggled to prop himself up with his barely regenerated, still very fragile arm. His seven-colored eyes were fixed on Riley, who stood silently in front of him, seemingly enjoying his disheveled state. His voice was distorted and trembling with pain and extreme confusion, as he questioned him with impotent rage.
"Why...why? You could have killed me...why didn't you?!"
Riley looked down at him with a terrifyingly calm gaze, as if he were examining an insignificant, even somewhat obstructive, object.
"Because I suddenly realized that you are weaker than I thought, and I really can't muster any interest in you."
Riley's voice was flat and monotone, yet it carried a sense of contempt and disdain befitting someone in a superior position.
After saying that, Riley didn't even glance at Doma again, as if he had lost all value and was no different from a lump of rotten flesh. He turned around on his own, took out a horse talisman from his system space, and walked straight towards Shinobu Kocho, who was not far away, her face as pale as paper, her lips tightly pressed together, silently enduring the excruciating pain and the corrosive cold poison within her body.
In this way, he completely exposed his unguarded back to Doma.
That posture was clearly a silent declaration to Doma...
Even if you launch a sneak attack now, it will only be a futile struggle.
I never considered you a threat at all!
This utter disregard, this condescending attitude, is so similar to the arrogance that Doma showed when he looked at Shinobu Kocho not long ago, believing that all of Shinobu's efforts were in vain and letting Shinobu's attacks hit him without hesitation!
The intense sense of humiliation overwhelmed Doma like lava, leaving a far deeper and more profound mark than any physical pain.
He stared intently at Riley's retreating figure, his seven-colored eyes churning with resentment, anger, and a deep sense of relief—a relief he himself was unwilling to admit—from surviving such a close call.
Just then, Riley, who had walked up to Shinobu Kocho and used the Horse Talisman to expel the cold energy from her body and help her fully recover, paused slightly.
He turned his head and glanced indifferently at Doma, whose body trembled slightly with humiliation and fear, out of the corner of his eye. As if stating a given fact, he added meaningfully.
"If Tanjiro isn't lying, and 'I' have met them in the past..."
"Given my personality, the time is now... right to truly finish off your opponent."
"Tap...tap...tap..."
It was as if Riley's words were true.
Almost the instant Riley finished speaking.
A series of powerful, steady footsteps came from the end of the dark, deep corridor outside the hole, approaching from afar.
The footsteps weren't hurried, but they carried an invisible, heart-pounding pressure that seemed to freeze the already cold air completely.
It was at this moment that Doma, sensing something, suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, his pupils contracting violently once again.
Because of his superhuman eyesight, Doma spotted a figure much earlier than Tanjiro and the others, slowly and stepping out of the shadows and into the icy, devastated battlefield.
He was wearing a rather strange-looking boar headgear.
He wore a simple black martial arts uniform that accentuated his lean and explosive physique. Even from a distance, one could sense the terrifying power hidden beneath his body simply by looking at his clearly defined muscles.
What's most eye-catching are the pair of Nichirin knuckle dusters he wears on both hands. Like the Nichirin sword, they are made of crimson sand iron and crimson ore, and their overall appearance is gleaming with a cold light!
This peculiar weapon, far exceeding the scope of a "Nichirin Blade," was beyond the comprehension of Tanjiro and his companions...
Even Riley, who had anticipated this, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and glance at it curiously a few more times. And he had every reason to suspect…
If it weren't for ensuring that the offensive measures could effectively inflict damage on Doma...
The reinforcements that suddenly arrived probably didn't even want to wear the sun-shaped knuckle duster; they would just beat Tongmo into a Chaoshan beef ball with their bare hands!
"A... Lord Akaza?! No... Impossible! How could you still be alive?! And... this aura... Impossible!!"
Of course, even if the boar's head mask concealed the other person's true appearance, Douma could instantly recognize their true identity by that familiar aura!
Akaza, formerly one of the Upper Moon Three, was already deemed "dead" by Muzan during the train attack!
That's why, Doma, who thought he had escaped a disaster, suddenly stopped breathing and his face showed a look of near collapse and shock that overturned his understanding for the first time!
This shock stemmed not only from Akaza, the powerful Upper Moon Three, who unexpectedly "came back to life" and "betrayed" the Demon Slayer Corps...
Furthermore, Akaza, who appeared at this moment, did not possess the slightest trace of the cold, evil aura that belongs to demons!
Surrounding him was an incomparably pure, fiery, and surging martial arts aura, the vitality and power belonging to humankind!
Even his eyes, which had once been filled with nothing but a thirst for battle and a sense of bewilderment, were now filled with clarity and sharpness after hundreds of years of decline, and... an incredibly clear and tangible killing intent locked onto him!
"...I knew this thing was useless. I really don't know why Mr. Spider-Man insisted I wear it before coming over. It's stuffy, not breathable, and seriously obstructs my vision..."
"Huh? You have a problem with my precious headgear?!"
"...Never mind, forget I said anything, here you go."
Seeing that Doma had recognized him, the newcomer no longer concealed his identity. Muttering to himself, he took off the boar head mask and tossed it to a handsome boy who had followed closely behind and arrived at the battlefield. The boy had a face as beautiful as a pretty girl, but his body was bulging with muscles and his voice was rough and savage, creating a striking contrast in his appearance.
After that, Akaza had regained his human form and all his memories...
No, he should be called Komaji now.
His gaze, like a red-hot steel needle, was fixed on Doma, who was slumped on the ground, his limbs still struggling to regenerate.
He completely ignored Doma's outburst of surprise and the noisy shouts of the boys around him.
He simply raised his hands, which were adorned with sun-shaped knuckle dusters and had committed countless murders, and adopted a fighting stance that he had been accustomed to for hundreds of years and now, due to the transformation of his mind, contained a completely new meaning.
Then, disdaining to take advantage of someone's misfortune, and continuing to let Doma regenerate his limbs, he took a deep breath, his voice booming like a bell, echoing loudly in the enclosed space.
"Also, don't call me that disgusting name..."
"My name is Komaji!"
"The Demon Slayer Corps' new Fist Hashira, Komaji, has joined the battle!"