Becoming Enkidu in DxD-Chapter 341: Upper Rank “Two” and “Five” Leave the Stage!
"Blood Demon Art · Lotus Leaf Ice!"
"HUA—"
In an instant, a vast field of lotus-shaped ice crystals shot straight toward Yukinoshita Akira.
And that wasn't all.
All around him, countless small ice humanoids joined in the assault. Even though these ice figures were Doma's creations, they were still able to wield a portion of his power.
"Sun Breathing · Tenth Form · Brilliant Grace of Radiance!"
"BOOM—"
Blazing flames swept outward in all directions. The ice crystals were instantly swallowed and melted away.
The sudden reversal naturally made Doma freeze for a moment.
At the same time, Yukinoshita Akira had already appeared behind him.
The Nichirin Blade in his hand burned with a fierce, blazing glow as he swung it toward Doma's neck.
After all, in this battle, Doma was nothing more than the appetizer.
The truly important part was still waiting behind him.
Yukinoshita Akira had no intention of wasting time.
It was better to end this as quickly as possible.
"Sun Breathing · Twelfth Form · Flame Dance!"
A twin-strike version of Circle Dance, carrying power far beyond the original form.
"Flame Dance" and "Circle Dance" shared a similar rhythm in their names, both carrying the meaning that—
From the First Form to the Twelfth Form, everything formed a single, complete cycle.
"Gh—!"
With that single slash, Doma's chest was split wide open, leaving a wound so deep that bone was visible.
Blood splashed onto the ground as if it were worthless.
Doma himself was filled with disbelief.
He had truly been injured like this?
Doma, who had absolute confidence in his regeneration, didn't care much at first.
But in the next instant, he felt something wrong.
Why wasn't his wound healing?
Instead, there was a burning sensation, constantly gnawing at him from the inside.
"Sun Breathing · Second Form · Clear Blue Sky!"
"Gh—!"
His head suddenly felt light.
In the next second, Doma saw his own body—
And Yukinoshita Akira, still holding his sword.
"Has… my head been cut off?"
That was the only thought left in his mind.
No fear.
No anger.
No panic.
Only confusion.
Why had he been beheaded so easily?
He was an existence without human emotions.
"Fuh—"
Transparent World.
The reason Akira had been able to win this fight in a single exchange was because of the aid of this "transparent realm."
There was no denying it—
This level of perception was truly terrifying.
And more importantly, from beginning to end, Doma had treated everything as a "game" and a "joke."
He had never once regarded Yukinoshita Akira as a true threat.
That arrogance became his fatal weakness.
Yukinoshita Akira was not a hot-blooded protagonist who needed to fight hundreds of rounds, ignite his spirit, clash in ultimate techniques, and only then finally defeat his enemy.
If you're arrogant, then that arrogance is the opening I use to kill you.
Why waste time in a meaningless battle?
[Ding]
[Obtained 5% template inheritance rate!]
Another five percent.
Yukinoshita Akira's inheritance rate had now reached 85%.
Only the final 15% remained.
"Whoosh—"
"Gh—!"
"Ho—w… h—o—w—is—th—i—s—po—ss—i—ble…?"
A severed head fell to the ground, its eyes still wide open.
Behind Yukinoshita Akira stood a grotesque, monstrous figure.
Its entire body was white.
Its eyeballs were yellow, its lips green.
A purple fish fin grew from the top of its head.
Its mouth sat where its eyes should be, while its eyes grew on its forehead and around its mouth.
Several small arms sprouted from its head, forming a twisted, unnatural demon shape.
Its body was connected to a large jar, making it look like a bizarre, disgusting creature.
It was like a cheap, low-budget knockoff of a genie in a lamp.
But unlike a genie that could grant wishes, this thing only inspired revulsion.
Upper Rank Five — the Jar Demon, Gyokko.
A cruel and distorted demon.
This Upper Rank Five had tried to exploit the moment when Yukinoshita Akira killed Doma, attempting a surprise attack to take his life.
Unfortunately for him—
Yukinoshita Akira, with Transparent World activated, possessed a terrifying level of perception over his surroundings.
From the very beginning, he had already noticed this thing hiding nearby.
So he used himself as bait.
Lured his enemy into the trap—
And then delivered a fatal counterattack.
Looking at Gyokko, Yukinoshita Akira genuinely didn't know what to say.
Out of the six Upper Ranks, this thing and Hantengu were the ugliest and most disgusting.
And coincidentally, both of them had chosen the exact same way to try to kill him.
One had attacked him after he killed Lower Rank Five, Rui.
The other had attacked him after he finished off Upper Rank Two.
Yukinoshita Akira truly wanted to ask—
Are your brains broken?
If you had attacked together, maybe you could have given him a little trouble.
But coming one by one like this—
Aren't you just delivering yourselves straight to death?
[Ding]
[Obtained 5% template inheritance rate!]
[Ding]
[Congratulations to Host, obtained skill: Final Form · Great Sun Descends!]
The inheritance rate rose again.
Now it had reached 90%.
At the same time, Yukinoshita Akira gained a special understanding.
Because of his failure in his youth—when he allowed the source of all demons, Kibutsuji Muzan, to escape his blade—
Throughout his life, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had blamed himself.
Final Form · Great Sun Descends!
This was a technique Tsugikuni Yoriichi had created over more than ten years.
By burning away his own life, fully igniting Sun Breathing, he would turn himself into a "sun."
Under the light of that "sun," all demons would be reduced to ash.
No matter if Muzan split into 1,800 pieces—
Or even 18,000 pieces—
As long as all of them were exposed to sunlight at the same time, Kibutsuji Muzan would have no choice but death.
This was a life-sacrificing technique.
But to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, death was not something to fear.
To trade his one life for the death of Kibutsuji Muzan—
To him, that was completely worth it.
(P.S. This is a personal setting. If you don't like it, please don't attack it.)
However, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had underestimated just how "cowardly" Kibutsuji Muzan truly was.
Until the day Yoriichi died, he never met Muzan again.
"Tap—tap—"
The sound of footsteps rang out once more.
Yukinoshita Akira could only fall silent.
What is this?
Do you all really have to come one by one?
He turned around and saw a figure that felt both "familiar" and "strange."
Familiar—
Because as the inheritor of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's template, he had inherited some memories of this person.
Strange—
Because for the two of them, this was their first true meeting.
Upper Rank One — Kokushibo.
Or rather—
Tsugikuni Michikatsu.
The biological older brother of Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
A man filled with jealousy toward his younger brother's talent, yet never able to reach his level throughout his entire life.
A truly pitiful existence.
"You use your Breathing Techniques quite well. Although Doma and Gyokko were far too arrogant, the fact that you could behead both of them shows that you are very strong."
Kokushibo looked at Yukinoshita Akira and spoke slowly.
His tone was like that of a senior evaluating a junior—
Which made Yukinoshita Akira frown unconsciously.
But toward the demon in front of him, Akira remained cautious.
For hundreds of years, day after day, this being had tempered his strength.
Demon Slayer Mark.
Transparent World.
Breathing Techniques.
He possessed them all.
This could truly be called the second-strongest demon in existence—
Second only to Kibutsuji Muzan himself.
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