"I will never forgive him. I will never show him mercy. I'll kill you, Kibutsuji Muzan!!!!"
A boy as normal as you and I. All he had was his sister, his home, and a dream. But after everything was taken from him, he realized something. "Not everyone...
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Yozora holds his sword backwards and spins it in order to create a whirlwind like shield. As Kokushibo's attack connected, he was surprised to see Yozora's defense was still intact. During their last fight, he remembered how he managed to rip apart Yozora's defense.
"You truly have grown. You're not using the mark like Muichiro, yet you're displaying remarkable amounts of strength."
"You're stronger as well. If i lost focus during that attack, i might have actually been dismembered. But talk is cheap, after all......our blades will speak for us."
"I couldn't agree more, Yozora Tsugikuni."
As they stood quite a distance away, they looked at each other. As they gazed at their foe, Yozora and Kokushibo both saw through each other as if their bodies were transparent. They were both looking at the See-Through World. Suddenly Yozora was unsheathing the second sword that he had at his side as he already sheathed his black nichrin sword.
"If you're taking this fight seriously, then so will I."
Kokushibo's eyes widen as he looked at the sword the Yozora just unsheathed. When he saw the sword, every cell in his body was screaming at him at how dangerous that sword was.
"Crimson....................."
"I don't know what's so special about my sword. Sure its crimson, unlike my other sword, but its special to me for a different reason. If i were to give it a name it would be................Muramasa."
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