A sharp explosion of air broke the silence.
Four silk sashes, glowing pale pink under the bar's dim light, whipped through the air from four different directions—each one slicing toward Yukinoshita Akira like a venomous serpent.
"Huff…"
A white breath escaped Akira's lips, dissolving into the cold night air. For a brief mont, light flickered within his crimson eyes—like embers awakening at dawn.
The Nichirin Blade in his hand shimred faintly, radiating a soft brilliance that resembled sunlight piercing through the darkness.
The sight alone made Daki's expression twist in disgust.
For demons—creatures of the night—sunlight was not just a weakness; it was a primal terror embedded deep within their flesh and soul. The very glow of that blade made her instincts recoil.
Her eight sashes crossed and twisted midair, weaving into a shimring net that sealed Akira's movents from every angle.
"Sun Breathing, Third Form: Raging Sun!"
Akira's sword traced the symbol of infinity (∞) through the air, his blade dancing with twin arcs of fire.
The two nearest sashes were severed instantly, flung backward by the force of the cut. Seizing the mont, Akira charged straight toward Daki, his steps light yet deadly.
"Oh? Did you really think I only had four sashes, human?"
Daki's mocking laugh echoed through the bar. In the next instant, four more sashes burst from her back, slicing through the air with blinding speed. The ones that had just been cut reattached and reford, now attacking again from behind.
Akira found himself surrounded front and back—trapped in a deadly cage.
"I never thought that for a second, Upper Moon Six."
His tone was calm, unwavering.
Though his mories of the Demon Slayer series had grown hazy over ti, one detail still remained vivid in his mind—the Blood Demon Art that Daki possessed.
After all, before he ever crossed into this world, Demon Slayer had been one of the most famous ani of his ti.
And this woman—her beauty, her cruelty, her ribbons that devoured humans alive—was unforgettable.
Daki, however, felt sothing unsettling stir within her.
That calm expression on his face—it wasn't the composure of arrogance. It was confidence born from experience.
"Die, you filthy human!"
All eight sashes lunged forward, striking in perfect unison.
They aid for his head, neck, heart, abdon, and limbs—each one a precise, killing blow.
To an ordinary human, even a single graze would be fatal.
A look of satisfaction curled across Daki's lips as her sashes tore through his body.
"Akira—!!"
From the corner of the room, Yukinoshita Haruno scread. Her face drained of color, her voice trembling.
The man she trusted above all else—the one who had promised to protect her—had just been impaled from every direction.
But then—
Sothing felt wrong.
Even Daki sensed it. Based on that man's power earlier, her attack shouldn't have hit that easily.
A strange hum filled the air.
The body she had pierced began to dissolve, scattering into mist.
"Sun Breathing, Fourth Form: Fake Rainbow."
The voice ca from behind her.
Fake Rainbow—the art of blurring one's form through rapid rotational movent, creating afterimages so convincing that even demons with enhanced perception struggled to tell illusion from reality.
Daki's eyes widened. She turned sharply—
—and he was right there.
Yukinoshita Akira stood before her, the air around him heavy, sharp, and suffocating.
Though his strength was still incomplete, his spiritual pressure—his very presence—was overwhelming.
In battle, a heartbeat could decide everything.
"Sun Breathing, First Form: Dance."
The Nichirin Blade roared to life, bursting into flas. It carved a blazing arc through the air, tracing a near-perfect circle as fire trailed behind it—like a sun reborn within the night.
A blinding flash. A clean, slicing sound.
And then—
Daki's head was gone.
Her body froze, the severed neck spurting black-red blood before her figure collapsed onto the floor.
"W-what… it's over already?"
From afar, Haruno stared in disbelief. Just monts ago, she'd thought Akira was dead—and now, in a single, fluid strike, the demon's head had been severed.
The abruptness of it left her breathless.
Akira moved forward silently, catching Daki's head midair before it hit the ground. He stepped back swiftly, his blade still glowing, his breath steady.
The headless body knelt for a brief mont before falling forward, lifeless.
"It's over… you actually did it, Akira."
Haruno's tense voice softened as she exhaled in relief, a smile of disbelief forming on her lips. She started to move closer—
"Don't co any closer!"
Akira's sharp voice stopped her cold. His eyes never left Daki's body.
"W-what's wrong?"
"The battle isn't over."
His blade glead in one hand, while his other hand held Daki's severed head. Blood dripped between his fingers, staining the floor below.
The demon's face, twisted in hatred even in death, was almost grotesque. The sight made Haruno's stomach churn.
"You insolent human…!"
Daki's head suddenly spoke.
Her eyes snapped open, her voice shrill with fury.
Haruno gasped, nearly screaming. The severed head was… talking.
"Keh… already decapitated, and you still can't stay quiet?" Akira muttered.
"How dare you mock ! Do you even know who I am? I'm Upper Moon Six! You think you've won?!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're strong. Now hurry up and call your brother out."
"My… brother? What's with that tone?! Are you looking down on ?!"
"No. That's just how it sounds to you."
"Damn human! You cut off my head and now you mock ! I'll tear you apart!!"
As their exchange continued, the fear in Haruno's chest slowly turned into bewildernt.
Was this really an Upper Moon?
Because right now, Daki sounded less like a terrifying demon and more like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.
Her furious ranting filled the bar, ignored completely by Akira. He knew it wouldn't be long before the true danger revealed itself.
"I wanted to make Lord Muzan happy! And you—YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"
"Enough noise. Just call him out already—the real Upper Moon Six."
"I already told you! I'm the real one!"
"Tch. You're just decoration. At best, a little stronger than a Lower Moon."
"I AM UPPER MOON SIX!! THE TRUE ONE!! THE ONLY ONE!! Onii-chaaaaaan!!"
The air trembled.
A deafening shockwave erupted as Daki's shrill scream tore through the room.
The lights flickered. The air thickened with a suffocating, violent aura.
Akira's eyes narrowed, his stance lowering, blade angled forward.
The true enemy… was coming.
From the shadows behind her fallen body, sothing vast stirred—radiating bloodlust so intense it felt as though the darkness itself had taken form.
From her hiding spot behind the sofa, Yukinoshita Haruno could barely breathe. The pressure alone was enough to crush her spirit.
The real fight… was about to begin.
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