He became a blur of motion, his sword spinning in a circular arc that shattered the incoming ice needles. He could feel the cold trying to settle in his lungs, slowing his heart. He knew he only had one chance before the mountain itself claimed him.
"Fifth Form," Kaito’s voice was a low growl, "Deep Blue Horizon."
"Your breathing is loud, little sparrow," she whispered. With a flick of her wrist, thin filaments of frost shot from her fingertips. DEMSLAY-KNY-THC-NSwTcH-NSP-Update110-Ziperto.rar
Kaito lunged. "Breath of Torrential Rain, Second Form: Rolling Tide!"
As the Weaver lunged, her claws extended like icicles, Kaito dropped his center of gravity. He didn't strike at her head—not yet. He struck the ground. The force of his concentrated breathing shattered the frozen earth, sending a cloud of snow upward. In that split second of white-out, the demon hesitated. He became a blur of motion, his sword
He surged through the mist, a single, horizontal line of blue light trailing behind his blade. The Silver Weaver’s eyes widened, her hum cutting off into a jagged gasp as the Nichirin steel passed through her neck.
The air on Mt. Akatoki didn’t just bite; it gnawed. Kaito, a junior member of the Demon Slayer Corps, adjusted the hilt of his blade, his breath hitching in rhythmic, controlled bursts. Total Concentration Breathing was the only thing keeping his blood from turning to slush in his veins. "Fifth Form," Kaito’s voice was a low growl,
As her body began to crumble into ash, the unnatural frost on the trees began to melt. Kaito sheathed his sword, his hands trembling from the cold. He looked up as the first rays of dawn touched the peak, the orange light finally chasing away the shadows of the night.