'What how!? Why couldn't I sense it?'
The demon felt an unprecedented panic.
His attack methods were limited; he always relied on sensing danger to dodge attacks and then finishing off opponents when they were stunned.
But why wasn't it working!
'This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!'
The intense pain in his abdomen made the demon break out in a cold sweat.
Such a wound could probably heal after eating some human, but the problem was he couldn't sense the attacks of this strange demon...
'What should I do? Run?'
The moment this thought arose, the demon began to plan his escape route.
This young demon truly wanted to kill him!
'There are still a few Demon Slayer Corps members there... As long I eat them, I'm confident I can escape.'
So the demon's dark red eyes widened, and he tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, blustering,
"So that's it, I already know how you attack! I'll defeat you with my next strike!"
The Blood Art Yōsen had just used had a fatal flaw: extremely high consumption, well it more like he was the one who don't have much reserve.
After watching five Demon Slayer Corps members before, he roughly understood that this demon had the ability to sense the direction of attacks.
He himself was surprised that attack land a hit.
'I can only do it two more times...' Thinking about it a drop of sweat slid down his forehead, but he keep himself calm, eyes fixed on the demon, attempting to seize an opportunity at any times.
The demon was thinking the same thing.
'What's going on?! Why isn't he attacking anymore? Did he see through my plan? Or was he scared by my words, so he doesn't dare to act rashly?'
'He must have been intimidated then! As expected, I am the most beautiful and intelligent demon! Now, run!'
The demon turned and fled, looking back at Yōsen's stunned eyes, feeling even more triumphant.
However, he couldn't relax yet; that demon was still faster than him.
'Blood Art: Danger Perception'
Why couldn't he feel his killing intent at all?
As this question arose, his left shoulder was pierced again, and his running faltered, nearly making him fall.
He quickly regained his balance, supported his shoulder with his right hand, and continued to run.
'He clearly want to cut my head off, so why i can't sense it at all!'
A look of terror slowly emerged on the demon's face as he running.
"Did I miss?"
Yōsen followed closely behind.
Since he had just learned the Blood Demon Art, he wasn't quite used to it yet, but he couldn't miss this last chance.
This demon was still heading towards the Demon Slayer Corps!
His already pale face become even more ashen.
The consumption was much greater than he had imagined.
What would happen if he activated it a third time, he didn't know.
Would he be unable to move?
Would he still have the strength to leave the demon in the sun, and could he still avoid the sun himself?
Perhaps sensing a threat to his life, the demon's speed broke his own limit, becoming much faster than before.
Yōsen was struggled to keep up after those two attack.
"I see them!" When the fallen Demon Slayer Corps members appeared in his vision, the demon was overjoyed.
He quickly locked his gaze on the person closest to him, his right hand no longer caring about the wound on his left, reaching straight out.
Just as he was about to touch the person, the look of greed on the demon's face became increasingly obvious.
'As long as I eat him!'
His fingertips had just touched when his vision suddenly uncontrollably shifted elsewhere.
'Eh?'
He moved his eyeballs down and saw his own body.
'My head... fell off?'
The demon's head rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
He was still in a daze.
Rapid footsteps approached from afar.
A Blond young man appeared, casually pulling out a nichirin blade that had fallen from a Demon Slayer Corps member and was stuck in the ground.
He pushed off with his foot, leaping high into the air.
He gripped the nichirin blade tightly and descended diagonally, Splitting the demon's head.
The blood splattered onto his face.
His indifferent eyes quietly watched the demon's head gradually dissipate on the ground.
It was then that the demon finally understood.
Why he could feel himself, why he couldn't feel his killing intent.
Because he just wanted to do it! He just wanted him to die! So there wasn't even any killing intent. (T: More like your blood art are not as good you think of.)
This demon, no! Not a demon, but a devil!
"You devil!" The demon's hoarse voice uttered these last words before completely dissipating.
"Cough!"
Yōsen could no longer support himself.
He plunged nichirin blade into the ground, knelt on one knee, and pressed his hands to the ground, his consciousness becoming somewhat hazy...
"You devil!"
"You're just a heartless monster!"
"You..."
That demon last world seems to resurface some old memory, but remain he quiet without any emotional fluctuations, until a pair of warm hands gently covered his ears.
"Don't listen to their nonsense!"
"Yōsen is the good child!"
"You haven't done anything wrong."
Finally, those warm hands gently stroked Yōsen's head, and a soft voice comforted him.
"It's okay... it's okay..."
...
"Yōsen-san."
"It's okay~"
When Yōsen opened his eyes, his head was resting on Shinobu's lap, and her hand was stroking his head.
Seeing Yōsen wake up, Shinobu smiled and greeted him,
"Good evening, Yōsen-san~"