Suwey walked through the mountain woods, and the broken leaves drifted in the wind.
In his right hand he held the deep blue Nichirin Sword as deep as the sea, while in his left hand he held a red hilt that was broken in half.
The deep blue Nichirin Sword naturally came from a gift from Ubuyashiki Kōya, and it followed Suwey to kill all the injustices in front of him.
As for the flaming half of the Nichirin Sword, it came from a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who had died.
The young man's body was now lying on the ground, his wide-open pupils had long since dimmed, and cold breath came out of his slightly open mouth. Lying next to him was the half-broken, dark Sun Blade.
As for the other half, it was stuck tightly in the neck of the recovering lower-level ghost.
"Hahaha...hahahaha! The one who survived in the end is me!"
The ghost struggled to his feet, letting out a laugh that was almost a roar.
This is by no means an evenly matched battle, because one of the two opponents is a ghost with strong recovery ability and tiny weaknesses!
The boy is not a powerful swordsman, nor does he have any powerful buffs. All he has is the determination to protect others.
Perhaps it was out of love for Ai, or perhaps it was due to his duty, but he suppressed the trembling in his thighs, gripped the knife tightly, faced the cannibal in front of him, and fought for a chance of survival for others.
The price of giving gentleness to others is to throw yourself into the abyss and fight with ruthless evil spirits until the sword is destroyed and the person dies.
A young man who performs heroic deeds with an ordinary body can be called a heroic spirit.
"May you be well in the next life, free from evil spirits."
Suwey held the broken knife in his hand and pushed the uneven surface into the ghost's spine. The blade pierced into the skin on the back. In just a moment when a cold wind blew on his face, a head fell to the ground.
The other half of the broken knife fell into the young man's palm.
Suwey, who turned the situation around, was now holding half of the blade and walking towards Douma.
At this moment, Douma stopped drawing his sword as if he had given up struggling, and turned his gaze to Suwey.
His face showed his usual smile.
"Well, hello, Merchant-kun."
Douma seemed extremely casual and nonchalant, as if he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, as if he was not the one in fatal crisis at the moment.
"Upper Rank Two, Douma?"
Suwey stood a few meters away from Douma and also made a sound that sounded like a greeting.
Douma narrowed his colorful pupils, looked Suwey up and down with interest, and then let out a soft laugh.
"You're funny."
The reason why Douma said this was certainly not because he had given up on escaping, but because a terrifying trap had been set up underground a few meters away from him!
He did it very carefully, even pretending that he was unable to struggle. He thought Suwey would think he had given up and relax, but he didn't expect that he stopped one centimeter before stepping into the trap, looking at him with a playful look.
"What's wrong!?"
Shinobu Kocho, who asked the Demon Slayer Corps members to clear out the remaining lower-level demons, also walked quickly towards Douma. However, just as she was about to pounce on him with a bayonet, Suwey suddenly reached out and grabbed her collar, forcing her to stop.
If it were any other time, Shinobu Kocho would have veins on her forehead, but she would still greet Suwey with a smile on her face. However, now she no longer had the energy to keep smiling.
Although she was very angry, she knew that she could not beat Suwey, so she still waited for Suwey's explanation with a murderous look on her face.
"It's not safe underfoot."