Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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"I wonder if it tastes... any different from what a normal person would like."

It licked its lips, and saliva dripped from them.

They watched as the scythe-wielding demon approached them.

Despair filled their eyes.

Just as the scythe demon raised his scythe, about to cleave the two in two.

The temperature around us suddenly dropped.

A chilling aura enveloped the scythe demon.

It continuously sprayed a layer of frost onto the sharp scythes that the two men swung down, and its speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped.

The frost on the sickle spread to its arms, completely freezing the arms that held the sickle.

"Wha, what?!"

Upon seeing this scene, the scythe demon couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face filled with astonishment.

The tall, thin male and female team members, who had already fallen into despair and were ready to die, were stunned when they saw the scythe demon in front of them, whose arms and feet were frozen by frost.

ice?

It's July now.

Tapping.

Footsteps echoed outside the dimly lit alley.

It was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The two people and the ghost turned their heads to look in that direction.

A calm voice rang in the ears of the two Demon Slayer Corps teammates who were already seriously injured.

"A Demon Slayer Corps member can't even kill a guy like that?"

"This...this kind of guy?"

The tall, thin male and female team members were taken aback.

I knew it was time.

As if sensing some kind of danger, the scythe demon's vertical pupils contracted, and its strange arms, with muscles intertwined like tree roots under its armpits, suddenly lashed out in that direction.

The speed is amazing.

Before the two members of the Demon Slayer Corps could even react to what had happened...

The sharp, gleaming claws were already aimed at the tall figure, intending to disembowel him.

"To take the initiative to attack me... that takes courage."

"But it's too weak."

Accompanied by the sarcastic and mocking voices of young people.

A finger emerged from the darkness.

hum!

A ring of icy blue ripples spread out from between my fingers.

The pair of ghostly arms that were thrusting forward at high speed stopped in mid-air.

Then the ice begins to form from the sharp, pointed fingertips.

The ice spread along the long demonic arm to the entire body of the scythe demon.

The scythe demon was horrified.

He immediately severed the pair of ghost arms, which contained most of the power, from their shoulders.

Just as it broke off a pair of ghost arms.

The frozen ghost arm shattered and exploded with a snap.

Countless crystal-clear ice shards fell from the sky.

The two members of the Demon Slayer Corps stared blankly at the scene before them, their minds blank.

So, what exactly happened?

The dark clouds in the sky moved away, and the faint moonlight shone down.

The tall, imposing figure standing in the dark alleyway also revealed its true form.

He was a young man dressed in black, tall and slender, with handsome features.

His long black hair was tied back, he held a silver-blue gourd in his right hand, and extended his index finger towards this side with wisps of white mist rising from the fingertip.

He smiled at the scythe-wielding ghost who had lost both of its ghostly arms, was greatly weakened, and was now staring at him with a face full of fear:

"How do you want to die?"

4. Shinobu's curiosity

fear!

The moment the scythe demon met the gaze of the young man before him, an indescribable fear gripped his heart.

"Am I...am I going to die?"

"Is this what death feels like?"

Its pupils stared at the person with violent tremors, its whole body shaking uncontrollably, every cell in its body shuddering, unable to move at all.

The two Demon Slayer Corps members stared blankly at the trembling scythe demon and the...human in front of them?

At this moment, neither of them knew whether the person in front of them, whom even the supernatural beings feared so much, was human.

He had no ghostly features or ghostly scent.

But humans cannot possibly possess the power to control freezing.

What exactly is he?

Ron, holding the Endless Wine Jug, took a sip of his wine, glanced at the scythe-wielding demon, and said:

"Are you too scared to speak? Fine, let me choose for you."

Then he snapped his fingers.

A chilling aura, like a white mist, appeared around the scythe-wielding demon.

Before the scythe demon could react, the cold air instantly froze into ice, forming a crystal-clear, vertical ice coffin!

The scythe demon, his face filled with despair, was completely frozen inside.

Its vitality was almost extinguished, but the cells belonging to the ghost were still struggling desperately.

"He's still alive... He's not very strong, but his vitality is still pretty good."

Ron muttered to himself, hanging the Endless Sake Jar on his waist. Under the watchful eyes of the two Demon Slayer Corps members, he bent down and picked up the female member's slender Nichirin Blade from the ground, weighing it in his hand.

"So this is a Nichirin Blade... Its sharpness and hardness are nothing special, it's just good for killing demons..."

Ron looked at the knife in his hand, examined it for a few moments, and then looked at it with some disdain.

"It's really far inferior to my previous famous swords."

Under the stunned gazes of the two Demon Slayer Corps members.

He gripped the slender Nichirin sword.

He casually waved his hand toward the ice coffin a few meters away.

A glint of sword light flashed and disappeared in the dim sky.

A perfectly smooth, straight line immediately appeared on the ice coffin.

The frozen upper half of the scythe demon's head slid down along a perfect tangent.

With an expression filled with despair, the scythe demon turned to ashes and vanished from the world.

"Ghosts... What a bunch of weaklings who like to bully the weak and fear the strong."

Ron's face showed a hint of disdain.

The two Demon Slayer Corps members lying on the ground behind them were completely stunned.

The sword was clearly some distance away and didn't strike, so why was that demon killed?!

What was that beam of light just now?!

Ron turned to look at the two people lying on the ground and casually tossed the Nichirin Blade in his hand next to the female team member.

Then he crossed his arms, bent down and looked down at the two of them, saying, "In consideration of the fact that I saved your lives, you need to answer one question for me."

"Do you guys know a guy named Tanjiro?"

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"Don't you know?"